Colorless Beauty

5: Detention

I really didn't see it coming. On my third day of school, I didn't feel good. Was I sick? I don't think so, but I had a very weird feeling in my guts. It made my stomach and head hurt.

It started as soon as I walked into my first class.

The boy I never even noticed was in my class. I had no clue that this boy would have such a huge impact on my life at the time. I had no idea what he was capable of.

I opened the tall door, and immediately got hit with a hot liquid. This was the first time the smell of coffee disgusted me. I felt my legs beginning to wobble a bit. I felt weak and, yet again, embarrassed.

"Oh. I'm sorry. That was an accident."

I looked up at the boy with that evil smile on his face. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to hit him really bad, but I didn't want Mr. Kim to see that side of me.

"Jungkook! Any drink, other than water, is not allowed in this class room. Since you brought it, and spilled it on a student, you have detention after school."

'So his name is Jungkook? I already hate that name.'

"Are you okay, (Y/N)?" My heart began to pound as I looked back up.

"Y-yeah." I told him, which was not true. My head was still throbbing with pain, and my stomach was a mess on the inside.

I looked up over at Jungkook, who was giving me death glares. It made me mad. It made me really mad to see the look on his face, and I really wish I knew when to stop at that moment.

I rushed myself over to Jungkook, and smacked him across the face. It felt good to hit him. He really deserved it.

Gasps were heard all around the classroom. Most of the class began gossiping behind me while I stared at his face. I realized how hard I hit him. His eyes were actually tearing up. I shouldn't have, but I started to feel bad. I started to regret.

"(Y/N). Come to my office." I got a good look at the boy in front of me, and then turned around to walk back over to the teacher, who looked very disappointed in me. It made my heart hurt even more.

Mr. Kim led me to his small office room, and shut the door, as I sat down in the seat in front of his desk. He then sat in front of me with a large smile on his face.

'Wait? What?'

"That kid is always picking on girls. You were very brave to hit him in the face. Maybe you knocked some sense into the kid." His smile then faded a bit.

"But, since I don't want to get fired, I have to give you some kind of punishment. I will not suspend you, but you will have to have detention for the rest of the week."

A smile grew on my face.

"I'm just glad I won't be in too much trouble. Oh yeah! Um, Mr. Kim, I need to go to the restroom." I then pointed at my grey hoodie that was covered in stains."

He then laughed at me.

"Oh Yeah! You can go." He smiled and pointed to the door.

I then stood up, opening up the cracked door, but then he stopped me.

"By the way, you don't have to call me Mr. Kim when we are alone. Just call me Seokjin."

"Okay, S-Seokjin." I didn't look at him at all while I said that. I didn't want him to see how bad I was blushing.

I then walked out the office with a fluttering heart. I headed to the bathroom and changed. I didn't have any problems for the rest of the day. Well, except for detention.

. . . . .

I walked away from my locker with my backpack, ready to go to a place called detention. I wasn't mad at all. I was completely okay with it, considering the fact that it saved me from being suspended. Plus, I was in a really good mood.

'Seokjin.'

I have been repeating his name in my head all day.

'Kim Seokjin.'

I know it was wrong for me to feel that way towards my teacher, but I just couldn't help it.

I finally arrived at the empty classroom, and sat down in the back of the room (the seat closest to the window).

I sighed and realized that there was no teacher or any kind of adult supervision in the room. It was quiet, and I decided to lay my head down. I then lifted my head to the sound of the door opening.

'Crap, I forgot. He had detention, too.'