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Hidden Truth (My BTS Fanfic)


JaeLeCactus

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I am going to post each chapter as I write them OwO.

By the way, the title makes it sound deep and emotional and creepy as ffff but it really isn't.

So.. Yeah

Here's my first and unusually short chapter.

 

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"There are only two types of people. Single, and taken, and there are plenty of singles."

 

This is what my best friend told me in high school when my jerk of a boyfriend broke up with me. She was always there for me until she was the reason he broke up with me. Let's call her Jerk #2 for now.

 

My name is Na Sihyeon and I have never been a people person. I have been lied to and hurt by so many in the past, that I had come to never trust anyone, and I was perfectly safe that way. What J2 told me still lingered in my mind, but in a different way. There are different types of people, Friends, and Jerks. I always told myself there was no gray area. Friends are nice, honest, non-judgmental, and don't betray you. Jerks are everyone else. So far, I don't think I've ever met a Friend.

 

The local coffee shop is a nice place to be after a long day of college stuff. Everyone is quiet, except the teenage girls, but they don’t usually stay to chat long. The staff are friendly and have a sense of who wants to talk to them and who is, well, me. The only time I don’t like the coffee shop is when it’s closed, which it was. They were remodeling, so I would have to find a new place to sit in a corner and work.

 

I was not looking forward to going to a diner, but it’s all that was open and close. Diners, especially this one, are a place run by middle-aged women or men trying to be cool with retro designs. The all-around… color disgusts me. This day, it was especially crowded. The thing with diners is that people do like chatting, a lot.

 

I decided to sit in a small booth in the corner. As I took out my laptop, I eyed a group of girls who looked around the same age as me. They were gathered around one of the four of them, who was wearing some sort of odd swirly sunglasses. I shrugged it off, as other people’s lives are not mine, therefore I do not care. Suddenly, though, I heard a gasp, as I turned to them. Girl number 1 was talking awkwardly with a guy in a sweater, as the other three, exchanging the sunglasses, gaped at her. As the first sat back down, they engaged hurried looks of distress. A similar thing happened over and over to them until finally, looking frustrated they all left in a dramatic manner. It was at this point that I realized I hadn't started my work yet, so I did just so, but the four girls and the glasses lingered strangely in my mind.

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 A week had passed since I had watched the scene, and the nearby café was still closed. I had gone to the diner often, but never seen the girls again, until this day. As I sat down, a younger looking waiter who I didn’t recognize walked up to my booth immediately. He smiled and bowed to me, asking if I wanted anything. When I was about to respond, I saw a flash of movement out of the corner of my eye.

“Miss?†the man's voice snapped me back to reality.

 

“Oh… Could I just have some water?†I looked back at him. As he turned, I immediately looked back to where I saw the movement before. Lo and behold, there sat four young women who seemed to be consulting. I blinked at them, and apparently one of the girls had seen, because she said something, and they all rushed over.

“Unnie~†the shortest of them turned to another, “you explain,†the way she talked made it sound like they were breaking up with me collectively.

 

As I repeated my confused blink, another one of them held out the sunglasses I had seen before, “Please, take these,†she looked at me in such a serious way as if she was passing on her life's savings to her kids in an orally presented will. When I responded with a gaze, not reaching out to take them, she sighed, “We don’t want them anymore, we’ve seen what enough,†she then put them on my table and left, the other three trailing behind her.

 

Struggling to wash the look of disbelief off my face, I looked back to the sunglasses that had consumed my week for the most part. They were a violet color and looked like a pair of bike tires. I shook my head. What was I here for? To do all of my work for school. I wasn’t going to letaccessories distract me. Still, I kept feeling my eyes travel slowly down to the sunglasses next to my computer.

 

Giving in, I picked them up. This wasn’t out of curiosity, or so I told myself, but just to remove the distractions it was causing. As I put them on, the only weird thing I noticed was that my computer screen was now purple, so what had the girls meant by “seen enough?†the purple tint of the room began to make my eyes hurt, so I took the glasses off, satisfied with my resolution of the situation. Ridiculous.

 

As minutes passed, though, I somehow felt like my curiosity was clawing at my brain. It was like something somewhere, deep inside of the soul of Na Sihyeon, knew something I didn’t. The mere thought of the unknown that I didn’t even want to care about, but did sent shivers down my spine.

 

These feelings had, yet again, distracted me from the man who had approached my table with a glass in his hand. He set it down, and bowed, before disappearing back behind the counter into the kitchen. Just then, I feel my eyes turn to the purple object on the table. I couldn’t pry my eyes away from them. The unfortunate reality was that I had to put them on again and look around, so I did just so.

 

It took me a second to get used to the purple tint now inflicted onto the world, but once I had, the sight startled me. Was this reality, or was the waiter from before, now approaching my table again with a menu, different?

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