He's Not Haram [My Halal Bias] Jung Hoseok

Chapter 9

Boring.

I hate math. If Namjoon was here he would've helped me with this. I don't even know what I'm looking at right now. I hope whoever decided to mix numbers and letters together is in hell now.

*ring*

The bell rang and with that, I got my stuff and got up to head to my next class.

"WHERE ARE ALL MY STUFF?!?!" I hear someone yell.

A man in a jumpsuit was yelling at everyone in the hall.

"I don't know but I saw Hobi carrying around a bunch of mops and brooms earlier," says the onion boy.

What was his name again? Tea?

"WHO IS HOBI AND WHERE IS HE?!?!? WHY CANT I GET TO MY CLOSET??!?" the man, who I assume is the janitor, yelled.

"He should be in English class right now. I can walk you there if you want," says the fluffy-haired onion boy.

And with that, he grabbed the janitor and started running to my next class.

Now this, I have to see.

Wait.
Wait a minute.
The janitor can't get in his closet.

Oh, Allah.

Hobi gifted me a closet that isn't even his. Of course, it's not his. How can a student have their own closet in school?

Good thing I'm on my period or I probably would've gotten in trouble had I been in there.

"GIVE ME BACK MY CLOSET YOU HORSE KID!!!!"