Lies Remembered as Truths, Truths Remembered as Lies

27

"Come on, now, Yoona. You can't be serious," Hyunjin begged me as we walked back to our dorms. 

"I am," I replied, without sparing Hyunjin a glance. "I don't know why I listened to you."

"But you were having fun!" Hyunjin said. I paused. Fun? When did I have fun? I'm sure I never had fun whenever this internship or anyone in the class was involved.

"I was not," I said.

"Were too!" Hyunjin insisted. "You weren't grinning but there was this light in your eyes that only appears when Yoongi or Woozi's there. You were having fun."

"Hyunjin," I said, finally turning to face him. But, what do I say to him? I didn't have anything to say, nor could I refute what Hyunjin said. Maybe, maybe, just a little bit, I felt the tiniest bit happy about beating everyone in the class. But what would that accomplish? In the end, all I accomplished was to bring more attention to myself.

"So stop being so mad," Hyunjin said with a smile. "We can watch anime if you want? How about Naruto? So stop being so mad at me."

I sighed. "Fine. But only because you proposed it first," I said. Hyunjin smiled at me, relieved I wasn't mad at him anymore.

"Hmm, I've never actually watched Naruto," Hyunjin mused. "I heard there are a lot of episodes."

"You're in for a long ride," I said. "There's 200 something episodes in Naruto, 500 episodes in Shippuden, not to mention the movies."

"Well then, let's go watch now! There's no time to waste!" Hyunjin said.

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"No," I said. "Absolutely not. I refuse."

"Please," Taehyung asked. "I'm sorry to spring this upon you but it's a party. You can't just wear anything. And since you're the face of our class, we need to do this."

"And whose idea was it?" I asked irritated. I would murder the person who suggested this, only if murder were allowed.

"The whole class," Taehyung replied. "Don't worry. The bill is on the class budget."

"That's not what I'm worried about," I said. "I just don't want to go around wearing a fucking dress for a party I didn't even ask to be invited in."

"Yoona," Taehyung told me seriously. It was kind of scary when Taehyung's face stopped smiling. With anyone else, seeing Taehyung like this would make a person's heart flutter. I admit, he was handsome and good looking. But that was just a fact and I felt nothing towards the man.

"Just think of it as battle armor. If you go to the party, representing our class, without a dress, they'll just mock you and bring up your family. But if you go in a dress that stuns everyone, no one would be able to say anything. And why? Because you, the person they all mock, is the most beautiful person in the whole room," Taehyung said. And what he said makes sense. But to wear a dress...even the thought of it was terrible. 

"Fine," I agreed. "But," Taehyung looked at me. "Find me a dress that isn't too frilly or childish. Just get me something simple." Taehyung grinned and gave me a thumbs up.

"Don't worry. I'll make sure you shine like a diamond out there," Taehyung replied. Well, I didn't mean to stand out. And why did the class representative have to be me, just because I would be the challenger at our stall? If I knew this, I wouldn't have won.

"Yoona," Taehyung called out to me. I looked up at the man who stared at me intensely before smiling. "You'll do fine. Don't worry about that. Also, can I get your measurements? And let me get a photo before you go. I'll call you again when the dress is ready."