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This is your first time in detention, and it's all because of stupid farts and even stupider Min Yoongi.
Yes, this is partially your fault too, but his added attitude doesn't help.
The two of you are tasked with cleaning the second floor classrooms, and while you aren't pleased about it, you can at least remain civil. Yoongi can't.
He's been purposely bumping into your shoulder every time you walk past each other, making unnecessary efforts to push your cleaning supplies onto the floor, and he's even gone as far as knocking your bucket of water and spilling it on your (brand new, you might add) shoes. Now, you're safely wiping the windows as he struggles with some nasty gum under the desk.
He deserves it.
You don't even hide your scoff when he finally pulls out the stubborn, sticky residue and grimaces at it getting stuck on his hand and all under his nails. You just got a fresh gel coat done yesterday with April, so you're more than glad that it isn't you who has to do that. He whips around to you, glaring. It looks like he's about to say something, but he simply grunts and turns around—a very Yoongi thing to do.
It's about five thirty now, and you're almost done with this classroom. One more to go.
In a random burst of spirit, you skip to the cleaning supplies and lift them up. "One classroom left," you say, excited to go home.
Yoongi doesn't reply, as you expected. You guess that the interaction in math class today is all you'll ever hear from him.
He follows behind you with the mop and dirty water bucket, those being the heaviest supplies. Despite being somewhat stroppy, he's actually pretty helpful with the cleaning. He likes to do the more tedious tasks, like mopping and scrubbing desks, which works out great for you.
On your way to the next classroom, footsteps shuffle from behind you. Turning around, you and Yoongi are met with Jungkook, a guy from your first period. It's hard to miss him; he's cute, with fluffy brown locks, a chiseled jawline, and sparkling black pupils that always send girls swooning.
"Y/N," he says, smiling widely and completely ignoring Yoongi's presence. "I've been looking all over for you."
"What's up?" You return the friendly smile. Somewhere in the distance, you hear Yoongi abandon you and continue into the next classroom, probably sensing that this conversation doesn't include him.
