y/n's pov
a day before we graduate.
what would happen after high school?
...
i take out my phone, looking through my speed dial for Dejun.
i proceed on calling him, feeling a familiar chill as it rings.
still scared but it was slowly fading.. the more i forgot about that night.
but something about today feels off.
"hey."
"Jun—"
"wanna go clubbing tomorrow? as a celebration?"
he never wants to club around, so why now?
maybe he's relieved that he's graduating.
i am too.
"sure.. you can pick me up."
again, silence.
"i'll see you at school, okay? love ya—"
"love you—"
he hangs up suddenly, leaving me stunned.
"..too?"
was he in a rush?
i shrugged it off as i got ready for school.
...
my anxiety was raising higher as i stepped into school.
then i saw him.
just as he always was.
he laces my fingers with his, swinging our arms back and forth.
"where have you been, Dejun? out sick?"
asks one of our teachers, and he nods.
liar.
but i was too.
"or did he break his hip?"
a few girls giggled as they see us together again.
"funny."
he glares at them and they continue giggling.
one of his friends pats his shoulder, winking at him.
"you don't have to lie to us.. did you actually break something?"
"no, Yang, i didn't. stop asking."
"mhm.."
i don't know what it was.. but there was something different about him.
even though i found out his true identity after school, something was missing..
...
past few days the glimmer in his eyes slowly started to go away as we went deeper into our relationship.
it's as if i'm the monster.
hypocrite.
what's wrong with him today?
he takes my hand into his again, looking deeply into my eyes as if he's searching for a lie.
"baby, are you okay?"
i flinched out thought, his eyes widening.
"i'm sorry.."
"no it's not your fault. i was just thinking."
"about what?"
i don't know, maybe the fact that there's a deep pit in me saying to get away from you.
they say to always trust your gut. not now.
"about what dress to wear for the club tonight—"
"ah.. ok."
he knows.
he knows i lied.
that's why he broke me off so quickly.
he looks back down at his hands, his eyes.. his face, becoming completely unreadable.
i couldn't tell what he was thinking.
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