Control

Tears

Hoseok gestured for me to sit down and I took a seat. He folded his hands together on his desk and smiled brightly at me.

I hated it. I hated how it made me so happy even though I was in a bad mood. I hated how it made me feel like somebody cares. I hated it, and he knew it. Which made him smile even brighter, if that were possible.

"So," he asked, smile still intact, "What did you come here for?" I didn't say anything and just handed him the sheet.

As he studied it, I studied him as well. He was sitting in a swivel chair with his legs crossed while wearing a red suit and a pince-nez on the bridge of his nose. Several strands of his cinnamon brown hair fell in his face as he thoroughly examined the write up sheet, reading it over and over again for some unknown reason.

[A/N: In case you don't know what a pince-nez is (because I didn't), it's basically like a double monocle.]

"Well," he set the sheet down, took his pince-nez off, and beamed at me, "I guess you'll just have to hang out with me for a little bit. Don't worry, you will get to go back around the end of seventh period." I nodded, scowling.

He ignored my unpleasantness and leaned forward, saying, "What I'm wondering, Miss Alice, is why you would steal Seokjin's glasses?"

"I didn't!" I tried to tell him.

He sighed, "I'd like to believe you, but Jin-hyung is no liar-"

"I never said he lied," I spat at him. "He was merely disinformed."

He chuckled. "Disinformed? Now, who would do such a thing?"

I wanted to. I wanted to so badly. I wanted to tell him that it was Namjoon who tricked Seokjin and tricked me so that he was furious and I got in trouble. I wanted to tell him everything, but I kept my mouth shut for once. I figured that since Namjoon was the leader that he held more weight than I could see, so it would just be better if I did not get on his bad side.

"Tsk, tsk," he clucked, "That's what I thought." He smiled again and continued, "Now, Alice, I think we'll be able to get along if you will follow my rules-"

"You won't see me here again," I interjected.

He leaned back in his chair. "I don't care how many times I see you in my office. I don't really care how many times you get written up," my face turned to one of confusion, "But I don't like you interrupting me, first off, and I don't like you smarting off to me. The six men in your classes are fellow colleagues and are like brothers to me, so I will not tolerate you smarting off to them either."

He stood up and walked towards my chair, making me nervous.

"Do as we say, Miss Alice, and you will find yourself in no more trouble. Other than that, I think we will get along just fine," he said, grinning from ear to ear.

As much as I wanted to believe him, as much as I wanted to be friends with Jung Hoseok, as much as I wanted to hang out with the son of sunshine, my anger boiled. I was not going to let him tell me what to do. I was not going to let him control me. I was going to fight back.

He led me out of his office, "Come."

We walked towards the cafeteria. As much as he really annoyed me, I was infinitely grateful that he was actually letting me eat lunch. There wasn't hardly anybody there, so we just got our food (which was pizza), and he let me sit down at the teachers' table.

Nobody was sitting there except for Jungkook, who was busy "grading papers." Yeah, I know how it works. He was just trying to get away from those awful kids, and I don't blame him.