Loud Lies | Taekook

Prologue

|JJK|

I like to keep my eyes closed. If not, then at least I don't look anyone in the eye. Its not because I'm shy or anything, but because I like peace and quiet.

And unlike other people who can stuff some plugs in there ears or just listen to their type of music for an escape, I am left with the burden of hearing what I shouldn't. What I don't want to hear.

My life is never quiet. Because I can read people's minds whenever I see their eyes. So I simply close mine to stop that from happening. However, I also have to open my eyes to see. So I can walk, and go to school, and do the things people my age do. Sometimes I wish I can be like them, but no.

The noisy cafeteria is twice as noisy for me. Concerts make me want to scream and pull my hair out. Simply looking outside the window from my seat in class brings me noise as I make eye contact with some of the people below.

I swiftly turn away.

I keep my eyes down. I'm pretty sure that peope don't really appreciate having all their thoughts known to someone they don't talk to.

I keep to myself. Mostly because I already know the thought processes of almost all the people in my classes, and none of them really interest me enough to try and figure out.

I would just hear their thoughts as we make eye contact. Something I just can't avoid sometimes.

Today, I find myself bored. So I look around. In class is where I let myself peak, as I've realized they don't really think about deep things or secrets they don't want me to know about.

"Do I look fat in these jeans?," a girl thought, as she looked outside the window. I wanted to shake my head — no.

"Shit, I drank too much last night," thought a guy. Well, it sure shows.

"Jimin's ass is nice," my platinum blonde friend beside me thought. Gross, dude.

"When is class gonna start," thought another guy at the front of the class. He was tall, so Jimin who was behind him always strained to see. I chuckled.

But then amidst all the murmurs in my mind, my eyes drift to the door as it opens, where a boy stood, stance cold, face showing no emotion, hair disheveled yet stylish, clothes torn in a few places but something told me it was meant to be that way, arms dangling by his sides with one hand inside his pocket. His chilling gaze scanned the room until he settled on me, "Huh," he thought. Wow, his voice was deep. It sent chills through my body.

His remained stoic, until he cocks his head a little to the side, studying me with the least interested face he could muster.

He rolls his eyes and walk to the seat behind me as my breathe hitches when he passes by me. His scent is intoxicating, and my mind races.

I hear his chair scrape against the floor, and I can finally breathe and gather my thoughts.

He was cold. So cold.

And it would've all fooled me had we not made eye contact and I had a glimpse at what went through his mind the moment he cocked his head at me with piercing eyes.

"Cute." He had thought.

My heart beats fast.

Kim Taehyung is his name. This is the first time since school started two weeks ago that he actually went to class.

I feel his gaze on the back of my head, burning right through as my skin heats up. What's going on?

I look around, before realizing its a bad idea as my head is bombarded with whispers and murmurs.

I close my eyes quickly as everything dies down again, leaving me in peace and quiet, and the intoxicating scent of the boy behind me.

Then, out of nowhere, for the first time ever, even with my eyes shut, I hear his deep raspy voice whisper inside my head,

"He smells sweet."