Purple Is Just A Color|| vkook

35~ "I DON'T LIE"

Purple POV

“Princess, please wait!”
I turn around in my seat, seeing Tae walking towards the Ravenclaw table so I sit down again. 
“Lisa, I am going to wait till Tae is done, you don’t have to wait for me.”
She nods and stands up.
“See you later.” She walks out of the hall, eyeing Tae with a grin and when he gets closer I realise why.
“Oh there you are, finally! I thought you’re gonna skip dinner AGAIN.”
“No, as you can see I am not.”
He says, his voice slightly mocking and he sits down next to me onto the bench, taking my plate and putting all kinds of food onto it, he seems hungry. 
“Why are you so hungry? Could it be, because you have been skipping Lunch AND Dinner for the past three days and you haven’t eaten much for breakfast either?”
He just mumbles something between an agreement and an excuse and I don’t even listen anymore. 
This has been going on like this for a couple of weeks now. 
Him coming either late or not at all to the meals.
“Tae, you need to look after yourself!” I pat his flat stomach. “I think you're losing weight again and you’re already so skinny. You need to eat more!”
“I am eating enough Purple. And no, I actually gained weight!”
He snaps back and winks at me while stuffing fries into his mouth.
“In your dreams!”
I am rolling my eyes, looking over to him. 
“No it is true, but it’s not fat it’s muscles.”
“Yeah, because you’re working out sooooo much.”
I look at him, my lips pressed together and my eyebrows pulled up but he just nods.
“I actually do! And I really like it.” He grins and I see sparkles in those beautiful eyes as he recalls his… workout?
I scoff and just drop the topic, knowing that I won’t get it out of him and just let him eat. 

After he’s finished, we walk out of the hall and, since there is some time left, together towards the library.
“We haven’t studied together in forever.”
He breaks the silence between us and my accusing gaze hits him.
“Well whose fault is it?”
We both know it’s his and looking back, just starting this conversation was just stupid, but how could I have known. 

“I told you before, my schedule changed a bit, I got detention and I also just spent more time… by myself and other friends.”
It is obvious that he is just using an excuse, a bad one at that, just to not have to tell me the truth and I just stare on the grey cobblestone which is marking our path. 
“Of course.” The sarcasm in my voice is unmistakable and I know that we shouldn’t fight, but it doesn’t only annoy me that he is hiding something, no. 
It actually hurts me, because he is lying to me. 
Every time he makes up an excuse my heart splinters a little more, and instead of taking the pieces and putting them back onto their rightful place, he just crushes them even more like nothing happened. 

“Why don’t you just believe me?” 
I scoff. “I do believe you, just when I know you're lying I am not able to trust the words coming out of your mouth.”
“I am telling you everything Purple!”
He says, his voice defensive and quiet.
“No you’re not!” I snap, ignoring how his attitude changed.
“What is your proof of that, what if you just became paranoid, what if you are just making all of this up. My imaginary relationship, me hiding from you, hiding something from you, me skipping dinner. All just an act, to make me feel sorry, and are you maybe just being possessive over me? Are you just trying to make me yours? Yours only?“, he flinches at his own words, “You know Purple, I love you, but you don’t seem like you trust me. Every real relationship is built on trust and it doesn’t seem like you are trusting me.”
I stare at him. Furious and hurt. 
Hurt deeply. 
It feels like he just ripped my heart out of my chest and started squishing it in his own hand. 
As if he had never trusted me and as if he is shoving my genuine concern and care aside.
“I trust you! I trust you Tae! You are the person not showing up to dinner and I am SORRY THAT I FUCKING CARE ABOUT YOU!”
I push him away, quite literally actually, and run down the hall, making my way towards the library. I hear him coming after me, but him screaming ‘Purple, WAIT!’ doesn't help. 
I don‘t want to see him right now and at all.
I can‘t believe that he is locking me out like this, after all we‘ve been through, after all the things we‘ve told each other and after all the hurdles we have overcome.
Suddenly I feel him grabbing my wrist and he pulls me back. 
I turn around, my lips pressed together tightly.
“Fuck off!” I snap, voice harsh.
“It is GREAT to know that you care, but LOOK, I DO HAVE A LIFE TOO! Not the WHOLE FUCKING WORLD does revolve around Ms. JEON PURPLE!”
His voice raises with every word, until he screams my name out loud, almost growling.
“ARE YOU SAYING I AM EGOCENTRIC?”
I rip my wrist out of his hand, crossing my arms defensively in front of my chest. 
“Nope, that’s what you just said. I said that I have other friends besides you, by the way, you should get some yourself too! Then you wouldn’t just always depend on me, to wipe off the tears or to entertain you!”
I scoff in amazement. What does he think who he is?
Does he really think he is everyone I have?
“Oh you know I entertain myself very well and I HAVE other FRIENDS, and at least they don’t FUCKING LIE TO MY FUCKING FACE!”
I scream loudly, my voice strained and high-pitched and I know that my words are hurting him, because I know him… way too well.
I am not to stop anymore, he’s gone too far. We both went too far and now it is too late.
“I DON’T LIE-”
“OH YOU DO!” 
The next thing he feels is my hand on his cheek, leaving a red imprint on there. 
“Did you just hit me?”
His voice suddenly calmed down, like the silence before the storm. 
“Yes!” 
I am provoking his anger even more, not caring about any consequences. 
The only two things burning in my head are: He is lying and he went too far with that!
I nod in agreement to my own thoughts. 
“Never. ever. do. that. again.” His voice is just a growl leaving his mouth and I smile at him like a maniac.
No matter how hilarious it seems, I smile.
“I might even do so if you lie to me again like that!”
“I am not-”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP! I don’t want to hear your EXCUSES!”
My last words swoosh through the hall like power, no sound being made, just a wave of magic pumping through the halls, slowly ebbing off. 
A wave of anger and hatred leaving back a small bundle of nerves, a wreck. 
And little did I know that there were two. 
Two wrecks.

I did cut him off, not even caring about what he actually was wanting to say. 
He deeply hurt me with his words. I showed him who I am. I showed him my vulnerabilities. 
I brought him to my friends and I invited him over to the person I love the most in this fucking world. 
I am not the person breaking his trust, no. He is the person breaking mine. 
But he is not only throwing away my trust, no he is jumping around all over the little pieces that were once called my heart. 

The silence between us makes me notice my surroundings for the first time. We are standing in the library doorway and students in and outside of the library are standing still, not doing anything and just staring at us.
Even Madam Pince is standing not too far away, probably just coming up to us to quiet us down, but shocked by our tone and words and scared to get between us as we are ripping each other apart and leaving behind bloody bits and pieces, for somebody to take them and put them back together. 
But who?
Weren‘t we the two that are supposed to do so?
But instead we are ruthlessly breaking each other without containment.

Now I take a closer look at my opponent. 
Kim Taehyung. 
Supposedly my best friend. 
Kim Taehyung. 
The person I trusted the most in this world. 
Kim Taehyung. 
One of the people I love the most in this world. 
Kim Taehyung. 

This is running up and down in my head, like a mantra to calm me down, and the funny thing is; it calms me down. I can look through the wall of hate, break it down and what I see, is Tae. 

Just him. 

Him without a mask, presenting me his vulnerable self for a couple of seconds, I can see it not only in his soft grey and blue eyes, no. 
It is written all over his face, his mouth opened slightly, his chest rising up and down from his heavy breathing, his cheeks flushed a little red. 
His brown hair hanging down straight, not styled, no nothing, not even ruffled up, his head tilted down a little, gaze fixed on the floor before his feet as he broke eye contact with me.
His shoulders are brought forward, his arms hanging down without energy.
His gestures exhausted, his mimic shattered, his eyes dull.  
He gave up.
I just know it.

Then, his features start tightening at once. His shoulders tensing, his jaw pressed together, his teeth grinding, his hands forming tight fists, his face without a single emotion to be seen.
The only sign of his pain is the tear forming in the corner of his left eye, slowly making its way down over his porcelain-like face. 
Then he turns around and leaves the library.
Leaves me.