Virgin Classroom

8

Taehyung didn't know what Namjoon was doing with Yoongi in the hallway, but as soon as the door clicked shut, he made his move.

Quickly, he hurried over to the teacher's desk and went straight to the briefcase Yoongi always brought with him. He tried to open it, but it was sealed shut with a combination lock.

He glanced up, making sure the other four students were busy talking with each other and not paying attention to him.

He pulled open the drawers, shuffling through the spare pens, folders and staplers. It seemed to be a normal desk with nothing out of the ordinary.

Until he opened the last drawer and found a bottle of pills.

He studied it quickly before shoving it into his pocket. His plan was to take pictures of the label and look it up later, since he didn't know how much time he had left. He hadn't known Yoongi was taking medication.

He stood up, trying to adjust the bottle in his pocket to make it seem less obvious as he took his seat.

He looked around, making sure no one had seen him, before pulling out his notebook.

Finally, his paper was coming together.

-

It was a few more minutes before the door opened again and Taehyung was surprised to see only Yoongi step back inside.

The others noticed as well, and Seokjin raised his hand. "Uh, what happened to Namjoon, sir?"

Yoongi took his seat. "He was put in his place."

Jungkook looked to Taehyung with wide eyes. "What does that mean?" He whispered fearfully.

Taehyung just shook his head. He knew Yoongi; it was better not to ask.

-

When the bell rang, everyone grabbed their things and hurried to get to their next class.

As Taehyung exited, he was surprised a second time to see Namjoon sitting on the floor in the hallway, his head resting on his knees which were drawn up to his chest. His hands were hidden.

Hoseok was leaning over him. "What are you doing? What happened?"

Namjoon ignored him.

Hoseok poked him with his shoe. "Hey, I'm speaking to you, sub. What did Mr. Min do to you? Huh?"

"Don't be mean, Hobi!" Jimin scolded, putting his little hands on his waist. "And don't say 'sub'  like it's a bad thing!"

"Of course it's not a bad thing." Hoseok assured him. "And I just wanna know what Mr. Min did, because it shut him up damn good." He laughed.

Seokjin sat beside Namjoon and wrapped an arm over the boy's shoulders. "There, there. Whatever happened, happened." He glanced down and smirked when he saw where Namjoon's hands were.

Taehyung shoo'ed them all away. "Come on, you guys are going to be late. Get going."
Seokjin giggled as he got to his feet. He quickly ran to Hoseok and whispered in his ear, and then they both laughed.

Taehyung squatted down in front of Namjoon. "Hey, you okay?"

"I'm never helping you distract that pervert ever again." He growled, but Taehyung didn't miss the slight tremor in his voice.

"I didn't ask you to go that far." Taehyung reminded him. He pulled the bottle out of his pocket. "But look what I got!"

Namjoon finally raised his head and frowned. "What, is that it? I went through all that for nothing? We already knew he took those pills! I've seen him take them in class!" He shook his head. "What a waste of time!"

"What is sertraline used to treat?" Taehyung read the label.

"A lot of things, it's an SSRI." Namjoon winced as he removed his hands.

"What are the most common things?" Taehyung pressed, studying the small orange bottle.

"Stuff for anxiety disorders. Depression. OCD. PTSD. Things like that."

"Hmm," Taehyung thought. "I don't think Yoongi has OCD. "

"Who cares what he has, he's not getting this back," Namjoon suddenly snatched the bottle out of Taehyungs hands.

Taehyung gasped, reaching for it, but Namjoon stood up. "Namjoon! What are you talking about? We can't steal someone's medication!"

"You already did." Namjoon shoved the bottle into his own pocket. Paybacks a bitch, asshole.

"Only for a moment!" Taehyung cried. "I was gunna give it right back to him!"

"Change of plans." Namjoon shrugged.

"I know you hate him, but we can't steal it!" Taehyung pleaded with him. "That's a crime!"

"You want to know why he's taking this, right?" Namjoon crossed his arms. "If he goes off his meds, the symptoms will start to show again, and we can figure out what he has."

"But-"

"He can always schedule another appointment to get a refill." Namjoon said.
"Besides, sertraline isn't used to treat any life-threatening diseases. He won't die if he goes off this for a while."

Taehyung bit his lip. "I don't feel good about this, Namjoon..."

"You don't have to like it, just keep your damn mouth shut." Namjoon snapped. "If things start getting serious, we'll give them back to him."

Taehyung sighed. "I guess..."

Namjoon looked back at the classroom. "Hey, go in there and grab my backpack for me."

"Why can't you?"

"I don't want to face him again."

"Why, what did he do to you?"

"Ugh, never mind. I'll get it myself."

He pushed Taehyung out of the way and stormed inside, not making eye contact with Yoongi as he quickly grabbed his bag.

Yoongi smirked at him from his desk.

"Act up again sub; it was fun today." He called after the humiliated student.

Namjoon scowled as he hurried back into the busy hallway.

But things would be different now. He felt the bottle in his pocket and grinned.

Now they were on a more even playing field.