Perfect Lie - Yoonmin

8. Challenge #1

'Okay, so let's tackle our first challenge!'

That throws me off-guard. 'Now?' I mutter, and I can feel my eyes widen. We're just done compiling a list of all my fear-foods, small behaviours and whatnot. I'm sure that I've forgotten something or left things out unintentionally, but as Yoongi said: 'we can always add to the list, just the same as that we're going to cross out others when we've beaten them!'

I feel like a wrung out sponge, having just spilled all my secrets, all my lies... Emotionally drained are the words that would describe me best right now. I am not ready for the first challenge now.

'Now?' I say again. 'Haven't we done enough yet today? Can't we start tomorrow?'

'See?' Yoongi said in response to my doubts. 'The voice in your head is immediately getting to you. This is not you; you have to see that as a different person. Let's call him... Bob'.

I snort out my water, causing it to dribble down my chin. 'Bob?'

'Yes, Bob. And let's tell Bob to fuck off, because we're going to get pizza!'

The smile that was still on my face disappears immediately after that word has fallen. 'Ppp-... izza?' I want to scream. I want to run away. I want everything except pizza. And I hate it. I hate that food has such an impact on me, because food is just food. Normal people are able to enjoy pizza without any second thought at all.

'A-a-... alright'. I nod, struggling to get the word out.

'I'm very proud of you Jimin'. Yoongi tells me, and he grabs his laptop from the desk at the other side of the room and settles himself next to me again, going to the Domino's website.

'Which pizza is your favorite?' He asks me gently, scrolling down the endless list of terror. My mind instantly goes into its files on pizza-info, going through everything I know about different kinds of pizza and its calorie content.

No salami, no cheese, no meat in general, no creme fraiche...

'Uhmm I like margarita', I say whilst pointing at the pizza at the top of the screen.

Yoongi turns his face and looks at me with a stern face. 'Jimin, be honest with me: do you like margherita, or does Bob like it?'

I know he's right. If he'd asked me two years ago what pizza we should get, I would've put dibs on the deep-pan chicago pizza with bacon and mozzarella; the superior form in which pizza can appear. Now however, I can't imagine choosing anything that even remotely looks like that.

'Shall we go for one step up from that?' Yoongi suggest when I don't respond.

He scrolls further down the screen again and points at another pizza. 'How does the chicken supreme sound?'

My initial thought is 'disgusting', but I know that I would love to eat it, if only it wouldn't come with the immense guilt...

'You don't have to eat it alone, you know? We share it. It's just food: it gives you energy, it nourishes your body and helps you think. We all need food, and so do you'.

'Sure, let's go for that one', I say, before Bob can march into my thoughts again.

'Yeah!' Yoongi excitingly hits the 'order' button.

'Now that that's out of the way', Yoongi says, 'maybe I can give my wonderful insights on your extra essay that you have to hand in tomorrow'.

Again, I'd totally forgotten about having to write an essay. I see that it has already started to get dark outside, meaning that I don't have that long to write it anymore.