Open Book
Taehyung's hair is disheveled, dripping with water – it really is, but he looks like he's just finished filming a shampoo commercial. Taehyung's bright face is very friendly, and... on his face is a perfect smiley lips.
- My name is Kim Taehyung - "The hater" continued - Last week, I didn't have a chance to introduce myself, you must be Bang Amy?
My head is still spinning, dizzy. Too difficult so understand! Could it be that from the first day of school until now, I was mistaken? Taehyung is so polite. So I had to speak up, he was waiting. But I don't know what to say.
- How... how did you know my name? – I stammered.
Taehyung burst out laughing, a beautiful smile that captivated the hearts of others.
- Well, I think everyone knows your name. The whole town had been waiting for her to come.
I grimace. I also guessed that he would respond in that direction.
Luckily, at that moment, teacher Dong Wook started his lesson. I tried to concentrate on listening to the instructor about the exercises to do today. It turned out that the samples in the box were not in any order. It was our job to classify the specimens (cells of onion roots) according to the phases that occurred during cell division, and then to record them accurately, like a true analyst. No flipping or flipping books is allowed. About twenty minutes later, the teacher would go around, checking who was right and who was wrong.
- Begin! - The teacher ordered.
- Prioritize women first, right, partner? - Taehyung asked. I raised my head. He was smiling, a half-smile so seductive it made me just stare at it like an idiot.
- Of course I can do it first, if you agree. - The smile suddenly disappeared; He was obviously skeptical, wondering if I was qualified to carry out this experiment.
"No," I replied, blushing. "I'll do it first.
It's that I want to be a little flatter, just a little bit. This exercise, I've done it before, I know what I have to check. Easy as fuck. I held up the microscope plate with the first specimen and the viewing position on the microscope and quickly adjusted the large room lens forty times the specimen. I attentively observed the first specimen.
Then, very confidently, I came to the conclusion:
- Pre-mix.
- Do you mind if I take a look? – "The obnoxious partner" made an offer. He, with one swift movement, grabbed my arm, stopping me just as I was about to remove the specimen. Taehyung's fingers are so cold it feels like he's been burying them in the snow for hours, before entering class. But that was not the reason why I suddenly withdrew my hand. It's because of Taehyung's fingers, they prick my arm like an electric current has passed between us.
"I'm sorry," Taehyung whispers, immediately pulling his hand away. But then, he continued to reach for the microscope. I look at Taehyung, hesitant, he checks the specimen faster than me.
"First phase" Taehyung agreed with me, and with that, he grabbed the results sheet that was shared between the two of them and wrote it succinctly on the first line. Finished, he quickly pulled out the first sample, replaced the second sample, and examined it curiously.
"Next phase" Taehyung mumbled, then immediately wrote down the scoreboard again.
I tried to keep my voice nonchalant.
- To me?
Taehyung was dumbfounded, he pushed the microscope towards me. I eagerly looked down into the eyepiece, disappointed. Damn it, he's right.
- Third model - Without looking at Taehyung, I just stretched out my hand to meet him.
Taehyung gave me the specimen; he was careful not to touch me again.
I try to observe in the shortest time.
- Weird division - With that, I push the microscope over to Taehyung before he can even open his mouth to ask. This time, Taehyung considers it briefly and then bends down to take notes. I should have been able to write while he was watching, but sadly, the clear, thin handwriting of the "disgusting man" seemed to be mocking me. I don't want to spoil my report paper in squiggly handwriting.
We finished the exercise as soon as possible. Looking around, I saw Baekhyun and his colleagues comparing two samples back and forth, some of them surreptitiously opening notebooks under the desk drawer.
There's nothing left to move around anymore, and in the midst of trying not to look at Taehyung... failed, I raised my eyes. He's staring at me, still the same sad, hopeless look that's hard to understand... And suddenly, I suddenly notice the special feature on Taehyung's face that at lunch, I had a suspicious feeling. stupid.
- Are you sick? I said it out loud without thinking.
He seemed confused by my unexpected question.
- Are not.
"Um," I mumbled, "I see something strange in his eyes.
He shrugs slightly, turning away.
I dare say that there is a change in Taehyung. I still vividly remember the color of his jet-black eyes staring at me for the last time, that day—the color of his eyes was completely dazzling with his fair skin and auburn hair. But today, those eyes were of a different color: the color of young earth, darker than candy made of butter and sugar, a strange color, it was like amber. I couldn't understand how it happened, when he didn't admit to having some kind of illness. Having to acknowledge this mysterious change of Taehying, I'm probably going to be "crazy" by the Boseong district in the true sense of the word.
I looked down. The hands of the person sitting next to him were clasped together.
Teacher Dong Wook approached our table, he found two of his students sitting idle. He leaned over our shoulders to look at the results sheets, his eyes fixed on the answers.
- Taehyung, why don't you think Amy's friend needs to use a microscope too?
Teacher Dong Wook asked.
– Actually, out of five samples, she made three.
Now that teacher Dong Wook is willing to look at me, he seems suspicious:
- Have you done this exercise before? – Teacher asked.
I smiled shyly.
- I don't practice on onion roots, sir.
- So the practice on blastocysts of white salmon?
- Yes.
Teacher Dong Wook nodded.
- So when you were in Busan, you were enrolled in an advanced program?
- Yes.
- Good - After a while, the teacher spoke up - I thought, it would be great if both of you were analysts in the lab - I mumbled something more before walking away. I resumed my unfinished painting work.
- There's snow, it's bad, isn't it? - Taehyung spoke up.
He seems to be forcing himself to talk to me (thought again!). Actually, judging from the way he is now, it's clear that he listened to the whole conversation between me and Jisoo, and right now, he's trying to prove to me that I sent.
"It's true that I don't really like snow," I answered honestly, instead of having to pretend to say "it's okay" like the others. I need to get this silly feeling of doubt out of my head, I told myself, but I still find it hard to concentrate.
- She doesn't like the cold. (This is not a question)
- Or wet.
"Then Boseong isn't an ideal place for you to live," Taehyung mused thoughtfully.
"You can't imagine," I mumbled dejectedly.
Taehyung seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, for what reason, I don't know. But looking at that excited face, no matter how much I tried to be polite, I still became shy, not daring to look directly at the person who was talking.
- Then why did you come here?
No one has asked me that question – no one has asked me directly like him, whoops.
- Too difficult.
- I think I can listen... - Taehyung's voice is pressing.
Silence for a moment... and then it was a mistake when I looked up to meet his gaze. Those dark brown eyes confused me... and then I answered without thinking.
- My mother remarried.
- Then there's nothing complicated - He disagreed with me, but then naturally sympathized - When did it happen?
- Last September - My voice was so sad that even I noticed it myself.
- And you don't like him? Taehyung guessed, his voice was still kind, kind.
- No, Uncle Dan Tae is a good person. Uncle was very young, apparently, but very good.
- Then why don't you live with them?
It was impossible to tell how much this partner cared for me, but he continued to look at me with penetrating eyes, as if the whole boring story of my life had a meaning. very important to him.
- Uncle Dan Tae has to go here and there a lot. You live with a rolling ball – I smiled slightly.
- Have I heard of him? Taehyung asked and he smiled back.
- Sure is not. Uncle is not a great ball player. He was only on the small team. But he wears the shirt of many teams.
"That's why your mother sent you here so that you could spend time with him," Taehyung continued, guessing, which wasn't even a question.
I lifted my chin slightly.
- No, my mother did not send me here, but I came by myself.
The "partner" frowned.
"I don't understand," Taehyung admits, looking disappointed when he guesses wrong.
I sighed, Why do I have to explain this to Taehyung? He continued to look at me with a somewhat exaggerated concern.
- At first, my mother stayed with me, but she always missed my uncle. That made me unhappy... and I decided to live with Bang's father, it's about time – Towards the end of the sentence, my voice turns sad.
"But you're not happy right now either," he pointed out.
- What else? – I like to challenge Taehyung to guess.
"That's not fair." He shrugged, his eyes filled with emotion.
I laughed, not a happy laugh.
Has anyone told you this yet? Life is inherently unfair.
"I believe I've heard it before, somewhere," he replied, a dry reply.
"That's it," I concluded, wondering why he kept looking at me that way.
Suddenly, the "partner"'s gaze changed, he was still looking at me, but with an evaluative look:
"You look so happy with life," Taehyung said slowly, "But I think you're suffering more than you show to others.
I winced, protested by sticking out my tongue like a five-year-old girl, and turned away.
- Did I say something wrong?
I try to ignore it.
"I don't think I'm wrong," he whispered, looking smug.
- Why do you care about that? – Finally, I asked in frustration. Still not looking back, I kept my eyes on teacher Dong Wook walking around the classroom.
"Good question," Taehyung mutters, whispering as if speaking to himself.
After a few seconds of silence, I officially acknowledged it as an answer. I sighed, irritably looking up at the board.
- Did I upset you? – My partner asked, there was amusement in his tone.
I looked over at Taehyung, thinking nothing of it... and... honestly confessed:
- Not really - My frustration increased - My face is easy to show emotions, people can easily read my feelings by facial expressions. Mom used to call me her open book – I frowned.
- On the contrary, I find you difficult to guess - No matter what he or I said earlier, now, through Taehyung's words, it can be understood that he is expressing his true thoughts in his mind. my soul.
"Then you're good at guessing what other people think," I said.
"Of course." Taehyung smiled brightly, revealing his beautiful, shiny white teeth.
Then teacher Dong Wook asked the class to order. I calmed down, listening to the teacher's lecture with attentive ears. Honestly to this day, I still can't believe that one day I'll tell a cool, strange guy who doesn't know if he likes me or dislikes me, about my private life. Dear. Listening to my story, he looked like he was completely absorbed in it, but right now... I glanced at Taehyung, who was still sitting in a leaning position as if trying to avoid away from me, his hand gripping the edge of the table, his whole body tense.
I try to focus on the lecture, teacher Dong Wook is illustrating biological images with the projector, which are the images I have seen through the microscope, but the difficulty is not high. Oh, why can't I focus my mind like this?
Finally, the bell rings, and Taehyung looks elated. Immediately, he rushed out of the classroom like on Monday of last week. And, just like on that second day, I looked after him again, filled with wonder.
Baekhyun quickly walked over to me, helping me pack up my books. Sometimes, when I think of Baekhyun, I think of a funny "tail".
"It's horrible," he groaned, "Every picture looks the same. You're lucky to have Taehyung as your partner.
- I have no problem with those pictures. – I replied, feeling proud of Baekhyun's words. But then regretted it as soon as I said it - Actually, I've done this exercise before - I explained it so Baekhyun wouldn't feel hurt.
- Taehyung has been friendly today – "The Tail" commented as we huddled under our raincoats. Baekhyun doesn't look pleased about that.
I tried to say in a nonchalant voice:
- I also don't understand what happened to that name of Taehyung last Monday.
There's no way I can focus on Baekhyun's never-ending stories, that's what happens when we both go to the gym together, and likewise, exercise. It's a subject I'm not interested in. Today, Baekhyun joined my team. The guy, with his chivalry, played very well... in my position and personally, and then, my distraction came to an end when, at last, the ball flew towards me; and, every time I jumped up to catch the ball like that, my teammates were as quick as cutting, evading all the way, crouching... dodging.
It was foggy when I stepped out into the parking lot, feeling happy to be in the dry cabin again. I started the engine, at least once in my life, I no longer felt guilty about the heart-stopping roar of this lame engine. I unbuttoned my sweatshirt and pulled my hat off my head, hoping the heating would give me time to dry my damp hair all the way home.
I looked around to find a reverse position. At that moment, I recognized a white, motionless figure. Kim Taehyung was standing with his back to the front door of the Volvo, he was staring at the truck I drove, probably assessing my driving skills. Behind me are three cars. I turned my face away, put the car back quickly, my god, there was an old Toyota Corolla, I slammed on the brakes immediately. My truck almost blew the Toyota Corolla to pieces. I took a deep breath and looked the other way. Very carefully, I turned the car around, it was fine. My car passed the Volvo, and I was glued to the road in front of me, but in my line of sight, I could swear Taehyung was laughing.
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