The Most Beautiful Moment in Life

*•Chapter 1 Detention With Strangers•*

January 2015

It was unusual, being left alone with seven unknown boys who could, at any given moment, choose to attack me or attack one another. The only information I had about them, thanks to Choi, were their names.

Min Yoongi. Metallic grey-haired boy, I had seen him playing on the old piano once or twice when I roamed around the school but besides that, he was nobody to me.

Kim Namjoon. His hair was dull, and quite sad if you asked me, a shade of a grayish blue. He had the most adorable dimples, but the most obnoxious personality. I had three classes with him, math, science, and art. He was a know-it, constantly answering questions or cutting off a conversation if someone simply mispronounces something, I had spoken to him on one occasion, freshman year, I asked if I could cheat off his science test and he snitched on me, hopefully, he's in detention because of karma.

Park Jimin. The school's dance prodigy just so happened to be the school's biggest playboy. You wouldn't see it at first, he looked innocent with his jet-black hair and kind eyes but he's not. One of my friends had slept with him and expected some type of relationship only to find out the next day that he was onto the next victim, it was entertaining to see how many girls he'd get a week. At one point it had become a game between my friends and me to count.

Jung Hoseok. I honestly liked him. I had spoken to him once or twice for my English class but he'd never wronged me or pissed me off by simply existing so I liked him. He had an orange, almost brown hair color that suited him.

Kim Taehyung. I'm far too familiar with him, with bright orange, almost pink, hair. His mom died when he was young and my "wonderful" friends had picked on him ever since. I had never gotten involved but judging by the harsh glare he kept sending my way, he most definitely recognized me and blamed me just as much as he did my friends.

Jeon Jungkook. To be honest I recognized his name and face but not him. Out of everyone here, he's the only one with a natural hair color, brown. He looked like a rabbit. Judging by his features he was also most likely the youngest here, his face was innocent so how did he possibly end up here?

The last boy that was here knew me and I knew him. Kim Seokjin. His blonde hair and handsome face got him everywhere and everything. His dad knew my dad so we knew each other but only by name and face. Judging by the smirk on his face, that appeared once he saw me, he was most likely gonna rat me out about getting into trouble. How kind of him.

"So, where should we start cleaning first?" I asked, receiving a judgemental look from all seven boys. "Who said we'd do it? None of us should be in trouble anyways, well I can't say the same for you little miss money." Yoongi spoke while pulling a chair from the corner of the abandoned classroom, dusting it off, and sitting on it. "Excuse me? What did you call me?" I admired how he was putting me in my place but due to the annoyance, I had dealt with all day I wasn't beaten to deal with him.

"You heard me. Your Song Y/N, a rich little girl whose dad supplies weapons to people who shouldn't have them." He spoke while kicking his feet up on a nearby desk. "My fathers' choices have nothing to do with me, and for the record-" I paused pointing at Seokjin. "he's just as rich as me, yet you're not criticizing him!" My voice sounded meek and not as strong as I had intended but due to the violation of my pride, I didn't care enough to clear my throat.

"Don't bring me into this!" Seokjin argued while walking closer to me. I scoffed and rolled my eyes while crossing my arms. We stood in silence before I noticed Jungkook hesitantly grabbing the broom that was left near the door. "What are you doing Jeon?" Yoongi questioned while raising a brow. The boy didn't speak but instead timidly shrugged his shoulders. How the hell did he end up here?

Jimin then grabbed the duster that was placed on the floor next to where the broom and other cleaning supplies were left. Taehyung then grabbed the roll of paper towels and the spray bottle of window cleaner. And finally, Hoseok grabbed the mop and bucket.

That left Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, and I to grab supplies and help. Hesitantly I walked up to Jungkook and offered out my hand. "You want me to help?" I questioned kindly, realizing that he's the type of person you have to speak kindly to. He shrugged once more and I carefully took the broom out of his hand. "Why don't you grab the second broom, you can do that half of the room and I'll do this half, alright?" He simply nodded and walked to do as I told him.
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Later, rather than sooner, the other three boys had begun to help us clean up the room. Now it looked cleaner rather than like a natural disaster had just hit it. By now the sun was starting to set and we were all growing tired, especially after spending the last few hours not speaking a single word to one another. "I think we should take a break," I spoke out earning nods of approval. There were ten desks lined up in two rows of five. On the left side of the classroom, against the wall, was a teacher's desk, while directly across from the desk, on the other side of the class, was a worn-out piano.

Taehyung and Namjoon sat on the two desks in the back row that were next to each other, Jin sat on the teacher's desk, Jimin and Hoseok sat in the middle of the rows of desks with one seat separating them, Yoongi sat on the piano bench while Jungkook sat on the desk closest to the piano, and I sat right behind Jungkook.

"So..." Hoseok dragged out, in an attempt to start a conversation. "How'd you all end up here?" Taehyung asked while glancing at everyone except me. "I got caught making out with someone," Jimin spoke while smirking. "Where's that, someone?" Taehyung asked, obviously if one got caught so would the other. "She ran and didn't get caught," Jimin spoke with agitation.

"I got into a disagreement with a teacher and talked back," Namjoon admitted. Nobody seemed surprised by Jimin or Namjoons words, both were expected once you heard about their reputations. "I was late to class," Hoseok said with a chuckle. "I punched a student for talking shit about my family," Taehyung spoke in a monotone voice while glaring at me.

I swallowed hard, already having an idea of who could've possibly done this. "I went against the orders of a teacher and then shoved him, not realizing that the principal was watching." Yoongi had told us, somehow I figured it'd be for a reason like this. Now the attention was focused on Jin, Jungkook, and me. None of us wanted to tell the truth. Hesitantly Jin opened his mouth to speak. "I wanted to spite my father so I passed notes during class and here I am."

"I beat up one of the so-called friends," I spoke up. All eyes set on me. "Didn't think a bully would beat up another bully," Taehyung responded with a look of anger. "If it makes you feel any better it was Seo-Joon," I told him while slowly making eye contact. "No." He told me with a sharp tone. I swallowed and nodded before looking at Jungkook.

"What about you?" Yoongi questioned while leaning forward and pushing the boy's shoulder lightly. He shrugged once again. Was he mute? As if Jin heard my thoughts he put them into words. "Is he mute?" Jungkook shook his head before hesitantly locking eyes with Yoongi. "I didn't want to go home so I asked them to put me here."

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