Drug Love [Completed]

CH. 1

My legs dangled nervously, fingers repeatedly tapping the arm of the chair. It's the third time this month that I am called into the deans’ office. Fuck.

The door opened and a furious Yoongi left. He looked at me. His piercings and tattoos covering almost all of his exposed skin gave him an intimidating look. He walked past me, never leaving eye contact. 

"Y/n?" I turned my head to Mrs. G, who was the secretary "You can go in now." 

I walked into the already known cabinet. Each book perfectly positioned on the beautiful bookshelves that covered three of the four walls. Everything was brown and with a strange smell, but I never could identify where it came from. The man behind the mahogany desk made a movement with his hand telling me to sit down.

So I throw myself on the expensive leather chair, one leg over it’s arm, looking extremely bored. 

"I see that you have become a frequent visitor around here, Y/n," he spoke while looking at some papers.

"What can I do if I can't stand to stay away from you?" I smirked. 

The bald man sitting across the desk looked at me with a scowl which I just ignored, paying much more attention to the lock of blue hair that I wrapped around my finger. 

"So, are you gonna tell me?" he took the glasses off the tip of his nose and placed it on the table.

"Tell you what?"

"Who's selling coke in this college?"

"I'm more into Pepsi y'know?" my hair was still the most interesting thing going on in the room and Principal Cho didn't seem to enjoy my sarcasm.

"I'm serious, Y/n! You could be expelled." 

"The hell?" I finally looked at him, sitting straight. "We don't do drugs, okay? We're not stupid. You can't just expel me over something I have nothing to do with!" 

"Fine," he crossed his hands over the table and stared at me “What about the incident that happened earlier this morning?”

“What incident?” I rolled my eyes and rested on the back of the chair, staring at the ceiling.

“Two students had their cars vandalized with the words ‘if you consume, you pay. 2 days’ on the side. Do you know anything about that?”

“No?” I gave him a stupid glance. Does he really think I’m telling him anything?

“Jimin said the same thing,” he stared at me for a few seconds, "You can go now."

"What? That’s it?" I looked at him dumbfounded. "You have no clue who's selling, do you?" I narrowed my eyes at him. 

"You and your friend show up here so often, I thought I could give a shot." He placed the glasses back on and turned his attention to the paper in his hand, "As I said, you can go," he says flatly and I felt my blood boiling. 

I grabbed my bag and stormed out of there ready to beat something. Or someone.

The second I turned the corner of the building I saw Yoon and Jimin leaning against the wall, waiting for me. The oldest had a cigarette hanging from his lips. 

"How did it go?" Jimin asked. He ran a hand through his hair, making his tattoos stand out against the sunlight.

"What a jackass! Really? The idiot had the audacity to think we were smuggling drugs just because we showed up at the board a few times a month?" I scoffed. "I hope he chokes on his own saliva." I rolled my eyes and Jimin giggled.