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You have to fart.
It's almost there—excruciatingly bubbling on the inside of your butthole, just waiting to ripple out in what you think is going to be a nasty, loud, and powerful phurrrt.
The dead silence in the classroom does not aid your dilemma. At all.
You're in the middle of a math quiz, a pop quiz to be exact, and people are focused. You would be too, if you didn't need to fart, that is. You scan the room in search for something to use as a distraction, but alas, there's nothing. Last time, approximately three years ago, you had tried to divert attention from your fart by coughing.
Instead, you coughed, drew attention to yourself, and then farted.
With that incident resurfacing in your head, you decide to approach things differently. It's not foolproof, but you're running out of options and trying to spread your buttcheeks by shifting your weight on the seat seems like the best idea.
It'll open up the hole, hopefully making your gas pass silently, and in a manner that will not attract anyone's attention to yourself. Scooting to the end of the seat, you position your buttcheeks accordingly and ready yourself to let out The One.
It's loud.
Oh no, it's not just loud—it's moist.
However, it's also not yours.
Almost everyone's attention goes to the real culprit of the noise in the seat behind you, the usually quiet guy who rarely speaks a word other than when necessary:
Min Yoongi.
You don't talk to him much. In fact, you don't talk to him at all. It's quite astonishing, given that he's in all of your classes this semester. But then again, he's not the social type, unlike you.
"Sorry," he mumbles, resuming work on the quiz.
Everyone lets out a chuckle, some covering their mouth with their hand, in shock of what just happened.
So when you ripple out your own fart right after—somehow even louder and juicier than his—no one even suspects it's you. The last of it sounds like popcorn popping its last few kernels.
"Dude! Seriously?"
"Again?!"
"Students," the teacher calls from the corner of the class, "Is there something going on?"
