Trouble

One Shoe

"How many bowls of noodles can you eat?" I ask, leaning forward onto the table, resting my face on my palm and looking at him tiredly. I wasn't the least bit hungry and he had already devoured three bowls of noodles.

"Stop looking at me like that, it makes my heart flutter," He said brazenly, slurping loudly on the noodles. I scowl and curse at him.

"You can be nice to me, just a bit." He said, putting down the bowl.

"Why?" I ask, moving back into my chair to look at something else.

"I am being chivalrous and dropping you home," He said, putting his palm over his chest as if he was swearing to a secret oath of some kind.

I rolled my eyes and went back to looking at him. There was nothing else to see.

"Is your actual name Agust D?" I asked, putting my face back onto my palm, and leaning forward.

"Obviously not. It's a pseudonym." He said, moving onto his fourth bowl and looking at me from over the edge.

"So, what's your actual name?" I question. He lowers the bowl slowly.

"How do I know you're not a pervert?" His eyebrow arched.

"Good question," I mused, pursing my lip and looking around the restaurant.

"I'm Park Eun In," I extend my hand to shake it with his.

"I knew you lied," He rolled his eyes, but wiped his hands with a tissue and shook it with mine. His hands were oddly soft, even softer than mine.

"Min Yoongi," He said, going back to slurping his noodles.

"How old are you?" I ask, tilting my head.

"24," He says, putting down the bowl as he finished his fourth helping.

"I'm 20," I say.

"Do you usually answer questions before people ask them?"

"I'm just trying to show you I'm not a pervert."

"Because perverts don't usually answer questions?" His eyebrows are raised at my illogical reasoning.

"Whatever," I huffed, blowing the hair out of my face.

After paying for the noodles, and one bottle of flavored water, we were back on our way.

"Don't you want to study?" I question, as we begin to walk back in the direction we originally came from. I had been wondering about it ever since Bora had mentioned that he had rejected offers from the most prestigious schools. Why?

"Don't ask such intrusive questions so suddenly. You don't even give me a chance to think about it," He scowls, as he looks at my amused expression. When he notices that I don't give up on eyeing him regarding the question, he sighs.

"How do you know if I'm not already studying?" He asks, putting his hands in his pockets and letting out a loud burp. I look away in disgust. Why does Bora think he is hot?

"My friends told me," I shrugged.

"I am studying. I am majoring in music." He said after a few minutes of silence.

"Really?" I ask, suddenly very excited that I knew so many, well three, people who were majoring in music.

"What did you expect it to be? Medicine?" He questioned with an amused expression on his face.

"I know someone else who majors in music as well," I say excitedly.

"It's pretty popular, you know?" He says, shaking his head in disbelief.