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M.Y.G
"SUNBAE-NIM? SUNBAE? Min Yoongi!"
I blink and look up. Someone unfamiliar is staring down at me. A girl. She watches me expectantly. And I feel as though it's my turn to say something.
"Yes...?" I decide to reply.
"Could you not...never mind. I just wanted to know how you were planning on arranging your thesis," the unfamiliar girl tells me.
Thesis? I have a lot of theses due. I have a lot of classes. Which class of mine is she in? I don't recognize her. I never recognize anyone.
The girl seems to notice my confusion.
"For sociology," she tells me plainly.
She sounds annoyed.
"Oh."
She waits a moment longer after my small remark.
"Well?" She presses.
"Oh," I repeat, looking down. My overgrown hair falls over my eyes. "I'm doing it on the differences between reformations in different cultures."
"Really? That sounds so much better than mine," the girl says.
She sounds disheartened. I don't know how to respond to that. So I glance up at her once more. The strange girl looks back at me, and suddenly, everything seems off. I stand up and bow, quickly walking away, even though I wasn't even close to finishing my homework at that table in this library. It is typical of me. I'm out of practice with people. I adjust the brown backpack on my shoulder, trying not to be too upset with myself.
Then suddenly, I'm running into someone. A hard metal object falls to the ground as we collide. Sighing, I reach down to pick it up, but the person I'd run into is quicker. He squats down and scoops it up in the blink of an eye. I blink, then look up at him. The boy sticks his hands in his pockets and glances around quickly, before looking at me. I sigh again and stand up straight. I'm only slightly taller than this boy. Another stranger.
"Sorry," I say softly, then continue.
We lock eyes as I step to move past him. But the only reason we do is because he's staring into mine. Almost...suspiciously? I tell myself I'm overreacting. It's possible. Since I don't really ever make eye contact with people. But then he's looking away, so I move forward as well.
I decide to forget it.
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My stomach growls, and I realize I'd forgotten to eat lunch once again. My body is hungry. But me...not so much. I'm about to just ignore my noisy stomachs and continue fiddling with the broken computer in front of me, when I remember her voice.
You're too skinny, Min Yoongi. I told you to eat so that you can be just as big and strong as your dad when you're older, hm?
I blink.
"Yeah," I whisper.
With a sigh, I push back my chair and stand up suddenly, causing blood to rush to my head and a wave of vertigo to hit me. I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling nauseous. I need more sleep. And food. When the episode passes, I wander over to the small fridge my boss keeps in the back room. People usually leave something small and unwanted lying in it. And I always forget to bring something. So I ate the things unwanted. Today it was a packaged baked egg sitting on the bottom shelf.
I stare at it for a moment before grabbing it. The front entrance jingles as I begin to unwrap the egg. I lift my eyes to the front of the store through the open doorway that leads into the back room that I stand in now. I lick my lips and stuff the egg into my sweatshirt pocket. Then I go to greet the costumer.
My greeting of costumers is different I think from the normal way. Or the way that I've seen. Greeting others with genuine happiness is something that doesn't come naturally to me. But my boss doesn't care. He thinks as long as I can fix computers as well as I apparently can, than greeting costumers isn't too big of a deal.
I walk to the front desk and stand there, waiting for the new comer to decide what he needs. Standing there leaves me tired, so I zone out as the costumer wanders about. And when he finally drops whatever he needs on the counter, I jump slightly. I blink and look down at the roll of wiring before me, then back at him.
"4032.62 won," I tell him simply.
He stares at me for a moment, then at the untouched cash register beside me, than back to me. Then he nods and pulls out a black wallet. After he finally leaves, I sink back into the chair I'd been placed in before and continue working.
It isn't until I'm walking home in the dark, shoving my hands into my pockets, that I touch the egg again.
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