beneath the surface | bts

chapter 1.

author's note:

hello everyone! as you may notice, I'm republishing this story because I edited it and I wanted to start over so here it is~

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The truth is, what you see with your eyes is never what it seems.

The reality of life is that sometimes you look at someone and their feelings are hidden beneath layers of made up emotions, walls to protect themselves and those around them. Sometimes you look at someone and smile, thinking to yourself that you know them, but you haven't seen half of what they truly are inside.

I was one of those people that hid beneath a smile that couldn't speak the words my eyes could. It wasn't unlikely. If you think about it, don't most people do that? It's as normal in society as looking at someone and judging them based on what they look like. It was part of human nature. For me—it was part of my daily life. How else would one survive high school if not by faking emotions?

If there is one thing I learnt with life is that emotions lie, but feelings don't.

As I stared at the school gates and the crowd of students chatting in groups, here and there, some of them even running to catch up to their friends that awaited them inside, I felt nervous. It wasn't the first time I had lived in that neighborhood, but the truth was that I had forgotten almost everything about it except for a few family memories when I was just a kid and my father was still living with my mother and I. Those had been good times, I am sure of it, but now, as I feel my hands shake, I remember that I'm not the best at first time interactions. I remember that it has been at least twelve years since the last time I've been there. And I remember that just a month before, I left my old house and was now starting a new school year in a new high school, and I wasn't especially happy about that.

For a moment, I felt exhausted. Having to be brave and put on a smile was tiring enough, but it had to be done, and I reminded myself that it was better to be at school than at home in those last few years.

With that thought in my mind, I willed my legs to move and I mixed in the crowd of students as they entered the school buildings. Even though I had visited those hallways at least twice in the last month (one time to take care of the transference from my old school to the new one, and another to pick my schedule), I still had no idea how to move around, especially with all the other students moving around. It was unfamiliar to me and I hated the feeling of discomfort that something new brought along. To make matters worse, the school was quite spacious, and I didn't deal well with how every hallway looked exactly the same as I made a turn to the right or to the left. It seemed as if it was testing me to find a way out of the maze.

I frowned to myself and let out a loud sigh, muffled by the chattering of people around me, each already aware of how to get to where they wanted to. And there I was, amidst it all, lost and having no clue where my first class would be. The only comforting thought was that I wasn't late yet and I had my uniform on so the teachers couldn't put me in detention for that. Not that staying in a room in silence for an extra hour after classes wouldn't be more tempting than to get home at the end of each day. Not the point.

I walked further through the packed hallway, looking one way and the other in search for the classroom where I was supposed to have my first class. Despite arriving earlier to avoid the crowds of people, I wasn't very successful. It was the first day of school and it seemed like everyone was already there, groups forming on the hallways, teachers walking from one place to the other, preparing for the start of classes.