appetence

1st

me:
good day, sir : ) when can we get our report cards?? class are messed up ryt now you're
absent for like three days & no one's reminding us regarding these shits
sent 08:30am

me:
oh my god I'm sorry it wasn't me it was my kEyBOARD
sent 08:30am

me:
OGMDHD
sent 8:31am

me:
sorry sir it was supposed to be stuff*** not sh*ts, I'm sorry
sent 8:31am

mr. jeon
Did I just see a message of you cursing?
received 8:45am

me:
no sir you didn't see anything
sent 8:46am

me:
sir
sent 8:47am

me:
: )
sent 8:47am

me:
pls dont report me
sent 8:47am

mr.  jeon
Go to my office later, class pres. After class
received 8:50am

me:
sir nO
sent 8:50am

mr. jeon:
Yes
received 8:51am

me:
sir let me eXplain fIRST OG MY GOD
sent 8:51am

me:
PLS SIT
sent 8:51am

me:
SIR***
sent 8:51am

me:
I DONTND WANT TO HAVE BBAD BEHAVIORAL REPORTS MY MOMWI LL KICK ME OUT
sent 8:52am

me:
sir
sent 8:55am

me:
no
sent 8:56am

mr. jeon:
If I didn't see any trace of you in my office later, you'll be reported. I have errands to run. Tell your classmates we'll have our class  moved to last period
received 9:00am

"what will I do now?" I bawled to my sleeping best friend. he's actually awake, but he obviously doesn't want to deal with my crap right now.

he saw the message conversation of me and mr. jeon earlier, but he just shrugged and said, "serves you right for having a dirty mouth."

"I'm crying. it was just an accident." I faked sobs, wanting him to look up.

"nope, you're not crying."

"yes, I am." I faked a sob again. "how can you even know when you're not looking up?"

"I think I would strangle you up if you started cry. I'm having a good time here. I don't want to hear your filthy annoying damned voice in my dreamland." yoongi said, hissing.

"well sike, he mad." I replied, almost laughing.

"yeah, I'm a bitch and you're a beast. Now let me sleep." He said, shutting me up.

"oopsie." I moved my chair silently and stood up, ready to leave this man alone in peace after achieving victory from annoying him.

"where are you going?" he immediate got his head up upon noticing i'm not beside him anymore.

"I'll get my ass of you, rude man. we're not best friends anymore." I glared.

"you don't even have one." he yawned, looking at me with those sleepy eyes.

"what? friends? I have a lot." I replied. 

"an ass, you don't have that." he pointed out in a nonchalant manner.

woah, wait. that hurt.

my jaw dropped, and my eyes blinked in utter surprise. "o-oh my god, are you a pervert?"

"pervert? how would I be able to do that?" he said in between his ridicule laughs. "there's nothing in your body that can trigger such libido, kimha." yoongi added.

"wow, I'm speechless. you get more offending as days pass by." I deadpanned as i sit back down in front of his table. my remark earned him a gummy smile.

"I love you too." when he thought his eye-smile made it enough, he tried to slouch his head on his table again but I grabbed it. "no, you're not gonna sleep. come with me and let's buy ice cream, satan." I glared.

"let me sleep, bitch."

"but what if i saw mr. jeon along the hallway?" I panicked. I went near to his ears and whispered, "sis, I'm dead."

"i'll sing at your funeral." he mutters without bothering to look up anymore. a few seconds later, i heard him snore.

  ㅡ  

I walk to the cafeteria with an extremely visible frown, when suddenly, someone harshly wrapped an arm around my neck.

"yoongi!" I exclaimed. "wah, you weren't able to resist my charms, after all." 

"yes, I'm afraid you'd stop promoting me I don't waste my time with you. that's your charm."

"wow, is this a user?"

"you have four hundred followers on twitter, thousand friends on facebook, and hundred followers on instagram. bored asses might want to check my mixtape out if they see you post it." he shrugged.

"how could you even know that? are you stalking me?" I gave him a judging look.

"we can call it like that. but that's for economical purposes. I won't give a damn on it if that won't benefit me." his tone was obviously proud.

"you're just using me for fame when you're famous enough to begin with. I feel betrayed."

"why? you use me as your wallet just like how I use your fame. stop acting like a victim here. we're having some sort of mutual relationship, we benefit each other." and now, he's talking like a businessman, with his hands waving as he try to explain his strategies proudly. I shook my head in disappointment.

"mmm, yoongi. you really are my friend." I felt him giving a light kiss on my hair. 

"best friend." he replied, emphasizing the word 'best'.

"I'm your best friend."