C4: Liar Liar
What Was Once ForgottenC4: Liar Liar
“Are you doing better?” Doyoung asks as I sit down in my usual seat. He was here earlier today.
“Yeah I’m fine.”
He smiles but I turn away, I couldn’t stop thinking about how he had lied to me yesterday.
“Do you want to meet up after class then?” He asks and I whip my head in his direction.
“Why?” I ask him.
He laughs. “To work on our project, dummy. Oh wait did you forget about it?”
My gaze softens, oh. I hadn’t known we were currently working on a project.
“Uh, yeah. Sure.”
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After class was over my phone buzzes in my pocket. It was a call from Jaehyun.
I sigh. “Hello?”
“My second class got cancelled, want to get lunch?” Jaehyun asks through the phone.
“I can’t.” I tell him, my eyes darting to Doyoung who has stopped packing up to glance at me. “I’m hanging out with Doyoung right now.”
I hear him in a breath. “Why?”
“We have a protect due soon.”
“And your partner has to be him?”
“Yes.” I tell him slightly annoyed. He can’t protect me from everything? I hang up on him and sigh.
Doyoung notices how irritated I’ve become, he pushes the rest of his stuff into his bag and puts it on his shoulder. I huff shoving my notebook and pencil into my own backpack.
“Why do your friends not like me?” He asks, I pause what I’m doing and glance up at him.
Gee I wonder why?
“Let’s go Doyoung.” I throw my bag over my shoulder and walk past him.
Once outside the classroom I felt Doyoung’s grip on my wrist. I quickly flinch away at the electricity that passes through our touch.
I yank my wrist out of his grip and somewhat glare at him. He seems surprised but not too shocked at seeing that I do.
He sighs. “Have I done something to you to cause you to act this way?”
I raise an eyebrow. “What way?”
He gestures between us. “Ever since we first met and started sitting together you’ve been cautious around me?”
I scoff at his reply. “Why are you lying?”
“What?”
“You told me we only met a month ago, but we’ve really known each other since freshman year of high school, haven’t we?” I exclaim, his expression doesn’t really change. He still looks confused.
“No we haven’t?” He says back. “What high school did you go to?”
“SM High.” I inform him like he didn’t already know.
“Really?” He says his eyes widening. “I did too? But I don’t remember ever seeing you there?”
I roll my eyes. “Quit acting like some big shot, acting like you don’t remember me...” I stop hearing myself speak. “Wait you said you don’t remember seeing me there?”
Oh my god.
He shakes his head no. “No? I do remember seeing your friend Jaehyun from time to to time, oh and your other friend, Taeyong, I think?”
He pauses and looks at me confused. “I’m so confused, how did I not know you went there? It isn’t a huge school? I mean everyone knew everyone?”
I turn away from him quickly. I erased his memory of me, didn’t I? All because of us breaking up?
I am awful!
I turn back towards him. “I-uh, it’s probably easy to have missed me. I was uh, pretty quiet.” Even though that was a lie.
He sheepishly smiles. “I’m sorry I didn’t notice you.”
I shake my head. “No no, it’s okay!” I wave it off dismissively, even though it was eating away at me.
In the library the two of us gathered stuff for our project for a couple of hours. Work between us flowed naturally, he was very easy to get along with. Though I was kind of weighing us down.
The constant thought of me tearing his memories away from him running rampant in the back of my head. I stole part of his life from him. I wonder if he knew I was going to do it? Or if I just stole everything away from him?
“Yooyeon?” Doyoung breaks me out of my trance. I glance over at him, he was turned fully in his seat staring at me, I must’ve been zoned out for a while. For a couple of seconds things go silent as we just stare at each other, both in confusion. Both of us trying to remember each other.
I don’t know if I had tricked myself but for a second it felt like something had came back. It was a quick flash before my eyes, the two of us lying in my bed together, I was lying on top of him, my head resting on his chest so I could stare up at him, he had his hands on my cheeks pouting as he tried to lean up to kiss me.
I quickly lower my gaze from him. The feelings for him were still obviously there, for I felt my stomach get all giddy at what I assumed was a memory. For all I know I could just be day dreaming about wanting him to do that.
My hands form into a fist, maybe I had given myself a second chance this way? Maybe I wouldn’t
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