FAKE & TRUE.

Chapter 4: Curiosity killed the cat.

⤻ HWANG HYUNJIN.

"I was so close to punching him!" Jisung manages to say with his mouth full of candy. "As if you could hurt a fly, Jisung." Felix teasingly says, walking beside Hyunjin who stayed silent throughout the whole conversation. "I have gotten into more fights than you, Felix." Jisung sticks out his tongue at his friend, walking backwards in order to face them.

"I'm much more s- oof!" Jisung bumps into someone, back impacting with a body. He doesn't fall, managing to stay on his feet. "Ah, I'm sorry!" Jisung bows, apologising.

Hyunjin's lip parts upon seeing who Jisung had bumped into. He scoffs, avoiding the person's eyes. "It's alright." She says, looking at Jisung who stayed in a bow. "Oh, it's you Hyerim!" Felix says, looking to the side to take note of the brunette's expression, he sees the disgusted expression. "We'll get going now." Felix says, grabbing Jisung by the back of his shirt, dragging the boy away from the two.

"Hyunjin.. how are you?" Hyerim asks the male, tucking her hair behind her hair. "Why do you want to know?" Hyunjin spits the harsh words, it felt as if his words could burn through her skin. "I'm just asking you. You don't need to get snarky, Hyunjin." Hyunjin shakes his head with a bitter smile, eyes dark and angry. Hyunjin bends down to her ear, whispering lowly. "Get lost."

"Jeez, you didn't need to be rude to her." Jisung says, looking at Hyunjin with a cowering gaze. Hyunjin takes a second to glare at Jisung, throwing his legs on the table. "I'm in a bad mood now that we bumped into her, literally. I can't stand seeing her wearing that goddamn bracelet."

⤻ YANG JEONGIN.

Jeongin had heard everything. Who was the girl they were talking about? Nosy is all he is. Hyunjin seemed really angry, just like how angry he was during the phone situation, which Jeongin still can't stop thinking about.

"Yang Jeongin.. you've got to stop being so anti-social. Try taking part in some clubs, or make some friends. I get that the 'incident' made you different, but you need to start making peace with your past, how else are you going to grow and be a teenager? Enjoy your youth while you can. Will you do that for me?" Mrs. Shim's words remain lingering in the air, she looks up at Jeongin from her table, he had his head hung low. She sighed, no words left Jeongin's lips. "Alright. You're dismissed." She sighed deeply, waving Jeongin away.

Jeongin stared out the window, the low rattle of the train filled his ears. He didn't even have the mood to listen to the group of girls's chattering. He ignored the droplets of tears that touched his skin, his chest tightened. He was getting better at forgetting it, but now that Mrs. Shim reminded him, he fell into that same spiral again.

"We're having fried mackerel today!- Jeongin?" His mom peaked her head out from the kitchen, only to see Jeongin run up to his room silently.

Jeongin thinks he's all better, but it still doesn't assure the pain blossoming in his chest. He kicks away the opened box, ignoring the scattered photos it spilled. He continued to stare at the ceiling, sprawled out on the wooden floor like a starfish.