Trouble ; Kim Taehyung

(Eunsol)

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    I spot a square shaped plastic bag in the inner-left corner of the refrigerator. For a minute, I almost end up ignoring it but then my mind goes 'grab it'. I do as I my mind tells me to and open it. And Praise the Heavens: It's Tuna Sandwich! Don't get me wrong because I've had this countless times and it's nothing new, but that'll change when all you've had for a week are greens, beans, and berries accompanied by salad dressing (breakfast, lunch, and dinner). I could complain about it but I choose not to. I mean, Jin's already got his hands full trying to balance work as the class representative and straight A student, alongside the struggle of maintaining the school's weekly newspaper. It's already hard imagining him have to deal with those struggles alone. But of course, there's more. Exams are just around the corner which also means that trips and school activities are sure to be followed by it. How exhausting would that be?

    I start to take big steps as I set foot on school grounds, and for some reason, though the sun is up swinging its hot rays on everything it could touch, making even the tiniest pieces of broken glass twinkle like night stars, this place is like a grave. I try to get in the building faster because my gut tells me that I'll be up for a massacre-worthy situation if I don't hurry. I start to sprint 'till I get to the main door. I push open the rusty, big, red door that whispered a creak every two seconds, and find myself standing in a situation I was specifically trying to avoid just now.

    A gigantic crowd that formed before I came in started to give way like it was some kind of special event. My soul left my body for a split second as I struggle to find out why things came to be. When I finally surrender to finding one, I come charging with the brazen shield my goosebumps had already formed, ready to take on whatever I see at the other side.

I intended to talk softly but what came out was some sort of faint shout. "Oi what the heck is this?" I throw my arms up in the air with my palms wide open.

"Well what do you think it is?" Dong Gook smirks with an awfully proud sigh

"Imbeciles." I declare with a heating head

"Oh what's that?" He smiles with a mouth full of eerie and they freeze for a bit but then makes the tension tower I built, crumble.

"Honestly, for fuck's sake, you retarded assholes decide to play king Smartypants?"

    the sea of people behind me start to murmur in the shadows and here I am feeling alone, mad, and uncomfortable. I try not to pay much attention to it but it really bugs me to stare at a hearty-hearty set-up with a tarpaulin hanging from the ceiling that says "Say yes or drop dead Sunbae" The ink is in red and it resembles that of blood. What has come over these people's sanity to prepare such a demonic event for me?

There is also this sub-text under the first statement. It's written in Italic. It goes, 'If you don't say yes get ready to be expelled'.

"What's in it for me?"

"Can't you read? You'll be expelled if you reject me now."

"Well can't you understand that what I'm trying to say is, that reason is shallow as fuck. You need to go get a life 'cause ain't no one's falling for that" I crumple my forehead and shake it in his face to intimidate him.

    The people surround us and form a circle, leaving us in the middle of the spot light which makes me feel so conspicuous.

"Whatever." I wave my hand in the air as though I'm trying to hit something.

"Woah now. Your mom isn't the type to tolerate these things right? I wonder how much more she'll resent you for making her go through the trouble of dealing with expel papers"

"Son of a --" my fist goes flying to make contact with his face before I could even finish what I'm saying. My heart feels like it's going to pop out of my chest because the heat from my head is spreading all over my body. My vision is vague and my teeth are grinding together, and those aren't signs that say I'm open to catch shit ass jokes.

Dong Gook's friends start to help him get back up and I stare so hard that my eyes could shoot laser beams and burn him whole.

"I don't think that's a topic open for you to touch"

"But I'm me, I can do so if I want to"

"Arrogant snot, you think you're all that"

"If I do say so myself" He goes, "What if I said that I'll kick out someone else instead of you?"

I roll my eyes and just turn away ready to take a full big step to the other end of the hall.

"Someone like Taehyung?"

"You've really got to stop doing these things"

He persists some more and says, "I'll stop if you go out with me"

"You're still going on about that?"

He nods and holds my shoulders. I brush it off with the thought that hopefully my rejection will start to kick in.

But it doesn't. Obviously.

"Look, you don't black mail, okay? It's just wrong. Being a low scumbag isn't something you proudly showcase for all these people to see"

He shrugs and just continues to live in his own bubbly world, "My point here is if you'd go out with me or not; I suggest that you do though."

    A few seconds away from snapping, my whole body starts to shake and I'm holding back my fists once again. My mind is like a chain holding off a boulder that's just got no fuck with anything anymore.

"Look, shut up or I'll beat your ass. Again."

"I need an answer" he firmly states.

"Geez, fuck off already. Think whatever you want but you'll wake up in a morgue if you don't be careful"

"Then it's official. We're dating"

I sigh deeply and just shake it all off. I take those words as a joke just like how I take his existence for. Thinking that, I might be a big asshole myself but no one will be a bigger one than that jerk I even took time to talk to.