A Pain Of A Disguise

Chapter 9

It was Sunday. It was no surprise that Yoongi couldn't sleep last night. He was sick of twisting and turning, so he ended up finishing half of the school work he missed out on in six months.

Yes, he finished that much in one sleepless night. That was probably why he didn't sleep.

Sunday was a day feared by teenagers and adults alike. The day their smiles and adrenaline faded. Why? Because it was the day before the most hated one. They despised that day. There's exceptions to this, but Yoongi wasn't one of those exceptions.

He used to be too indifferent to care, but now he couldn't escape it. It: the hate directed at this specific day.

He would have to go back to socializing and experiencing life as a high school girl. He would have to face them. He would have to try to befriend others. The sentence alone made him want to dig his own grave - five feet under the ground - and just sleep there hoping he would have better luck in his next life. Maybe he could be reincarnated into a stone. He wouldn't have to do anything and just sit there lifelessly.

Sadly, when he was actually set on doing so, there was a knock on the door. It was a sign that it wouldn't be so easy.

Is it Ki-hyun? He said he was going to visit today.

It couldn't be anyone else. Or maybe he was forgetting his bad luck somewhere, because he just found it. Yoongi knew where it was when he opened the door and saw who it was.

He stood there with a bowl in hand and a smile. His tall frame hovering over Yoongi, but that was the least of his worries.

Their eyes met when he turned his head instinctively after hearing the door creak open.

"Huh?" He said just as flabbergasted as Yoongi was.

He blinked several times.

"Min Yoon Ji?"

Soon after, his parted lips was replaced by a grin. "Hey! You moved here too? That's so cool!" He exclaimed, finding this coincidence a nice one. The opposite of Yoongi's thoughts.

The young man noticed 'Yoon Ji's' dazed expression. He pointed at himself.

"I'm Kim Seokjin. We had lunch together," he said, trying to jog 'her' memory.

Yoongi took a breathe in before plastering his face with a weak yet convincing smile. "Oh, yes. I remember you. Sorry, I'm just a little tired."

How he became such a good actor was one of life's mysteries.

Seokjin took notice of the dark shade under Yoongi's eyes and his messy raven hair. His eyes drooped down every now and then. Seokjin presumed that flu of hers didn't quite disappear yet. Her voice was still raspy too.

"Um," Seokjin stood awkwardly - almost intimidated by this person who was way shorter than him. He barely knew her well, which made him a little uncomfortable seeing her in this state - pajamas and all.

Yoongi hummed.

"Here. This is for you." Seokjin lifted the closed bowl.

Yoongi eyed the bowl with raised eyebrows as he blinked. "For me?" He questioned. The taller young man nodded enthusiastically. "I made soup. It's not one of my strong suits, but I wanted to give it to my new neighbors," he explained.

Yoongi stared at the bowl. Then he looked back at his new neighbor, which is something he was going to dread. He had mentally added this neighborhood-thing on the long list of 'reasons-why-to-sleep-and-never-wake-up'.