Badass In Love(COMPLETED)

PART 2 (Prank)

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The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm glow across the college grounds. Students were scattered in groups, enjoying their free time, chatting, or relaxing. Y/N sat under a large tree on the grass, her legs stretched out lazily in front of her. Beside her were Jungkook and Jimin, her best friends, and partners-in-crime.

Jungkook was tossing a small soccer ball between his hands, his mischievous grin already forming as Y/N explained her plan. Jimin, sitting cross-legged, leaned forward with interest, eager to hear what she had in mind.

"I swear, if that Taehyung scolds me one more time, I'm going to lose it," Y/N muttered, chewing on the end of her pencil. "I mean, who does he think he is? It's just chewing gum!"

Jungkook chuckled, clearly amused by her frustration. "He's always been strict with everyone, but it sounds like he's extra tough on you, Y/N. What'd you do to make him hate you so much?"

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Nothing. I just exist, apparently. He acts like I'm the worst student on the planet." She paused, then her eyes lit up with an idea. "Which is exactly why we need to teach him a lesson."

Jimin raised an eyebrow, leaning in closer. "I'm listening. What do you have in mind?"

A sly grin spread across Y/N's face. "We're going to prank him. Something small, but just enough to get under his skin."

Jungkook's eyes lit up. "I'm in! What's the plan?"

Y/N tapped her chin, thinking. "You know how he's super particular about everything being perfect in his classroom, right? We mess with that. Subtle changes. We move his things around-switch the markers in his drawer, mix up his papers. Nothing huge, just enough to throw him off."

Jimin laughed softly. "He'd hate that. He's so precise with everything."

"And we leave little clues," Y/N continued, getting more excited. "Like anonymous notes on his desk, making him think someone's watching him."

Jungkook leaned back against the tree, nodding in approval. "It's perfect. He'll go crazy trying to figure out who's messing with him."

Y/N's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Exactly. Maybe he'll be too distracted to scold me every five minutes."

Jimin, always the one to think ahead, smirked. "You know this could backfire, right? If he finds out it's you, you'll never hear the end of it."

Y/N shrugged, unfazed. "Let him try. If he catches on, we'll just deny everything. He won't have proof."

Jungkook and Jimin exchanged glances before laughing. "Alright, Y/N. Let's do it," Jungkook said, tossing the soccer ball to the side. "But if this goes south, you owe us lunch for a month."

"Deal," Y/N said, grinning. "Let's make Taehyung sweat a little."

As they sat under the fading light, the three of them plotted their mischievous plan, eager to put Professor Taehyung in his place. Little did Y/N know, her prank might not go exactly as she expected-and might end up bringing her even closer to the professor she thought she despised.

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It was early morning, and the hallway leading to Taehyung's classroom was eerily quiet. Y/N, Jungkook, and Jimin stood outside the door, waiting for the coast to clear. The cleaning staff had just finished, and no one else was around.

"Okay, we have ten minutes before he shows up," Y/N whispered, a smirk playing on her lips as she glanced at her friends. "Let's do this."

Jungkook cracked his knuckles, excitement clear in his eyes. "I'll handle the desk. Jimin, you mess with the board. Y/N, you take care of the notes."

Y/N nodded, pulling out the small, folded pieces of paper she'd prepared earlier, each one containing cryptic messages meant to rattle Taehyung. "He'll never see this coming."

They quietly slipped into the room, moving with the precision of experienced pranksters. Jungkook immediately went to Taehyung's desk, rearranging everything. He swapped the markers with pens, moved the stapler to the opposite side, and scattered his meticulously arranged papers into a mess. Then, for good measure, he loosened the screws on the chair just enough to make it wobbly.

Jimin, meanwhile, went to the whiteboard and wiped away the neatly written notes from Taehyung's last class. He replaced them with random, confusing scribbles and phrases like "The Observer is watching," just to mess with his head.

Y/N, standing on tiptoe, taped her notes under the desk, inside his drawers, and even stuck one to the underside of his chair. Each note had a vague message like, "You'll never know who it is," and "Check your desk... again."

They worked quickly, each focused on their task, the thrill of pulling one over on Taehyung coursing through them.

Just as they finished, Jungkook nudged Y/N. "He's coming," he whispered urgently, hearing footsteps echo down the hallway.

Without a word, the three of them rushed out the back door of the classroom, ducking into the nearby stairwell just as Taehyung entered the room.

From their hidden spot, they watched as Taehyung walked in, his usual calm, commanding presence filling the room. He went straight to his desk, not suspecting a thing. But as soon as he pulled out a marker and it didn't write, his expression shifted.

Y/N bit her lip to keep from laughing as Taehyung frowned, checking the marker, then the board, where the bizarre phrases now covered what was supposed to be today's lesson. His brows furrowed in confusion, and he wiped the board clean, only to realize something wasn't right with his desk too.

He pulled out the first drawer-there, staring back at him, was the first note: "You'll never know who it is."

Jungkook elbowed Y/N, suppressing a grin. Taehyung's face remained unreadable, but they could tell he was trying to piece together what was happening. He continued checking his desk, finding more notes, his once perfectly ordered space now a disorganized mess.

Then came the moment they were waiting for. Taehyung sat in his chair, and as soon as he leaned back, it wobbled dangerously. His eyes narrowed in irritation, but he stood up calmly, examining the chair as if trying to figure out how it had been tampered with.

For a second, Y/N thought he might lose his cool. But instead, Taehyung simply straightened up, glancing around the room as if he knew someone was watching him.

"He's suspicious," Jimin whispered, clearly amused.

Taehyung collected himself, his expression returning to its usual calm, though they could sense the frustration brewing beneath the surface. He turned to the whiteboard again, wiping it clean with an air of controlled annoyance.

Y/N smirked, pleased with their work. They had rattled him just enough without crossing any serious lines. "Mission accomplished," she whispered triumphantly.

As they quietly snuck away, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. But something in Taehyung's reaction left her wondering. He hadn't exploded like she expected. Instead, he seemed almost... intrigued.

This prank had gotten his attention-but maybe not in the way she thought.

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