❝Bathroom Talks❞ m.yg x p.jm [eng trans]

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"And then he really pried it out of my hands!", I shouted madly and pushed my underlip forward out of frustration, while Jungkook wasn't really making an effort to overact his amusement. My accidental grimace seemed to be too much for him, since he bursted out laughing.

Luckily, the boys bathroom was quite empty during the big break which spared us from the others' probably judging glimpses on our backs. I admit, it was a kind of unusual residence, but since we weren't part of an anime story, the school's roof was withheld and we had to content ourselves with the bathroom, whether we liked it or not.

I also came often here during the lessons or the short breaks between them, just to attend to the books I seemed to devour back to back without interruption.
Or to spend time with my best friend, just like now.
Unfortunately, the feeling of being stuck in a time warp was already gone and Jungkook easily jumped down from the windowsill way too early, before he grabbed his backpack and looked at me invitingly.

"Come on. I want to arrive at home still today and you should better hurry up, in case you don't want to be late for detention", he said fake-strictly. Sometimes it was hard to believe that he was the younger one of the two of us.
Because while he was proving prudence and responsibility, I was acting like a little child and was making grimaces or crossing my arms, just like now.

He only rolled his eyes at that and chucked my indeed well-filled backpack to me without any prior warning, which I could only catch timely with violent effort.
"Don't make a fuss. Plus, you surely wanna have your book back", he teased me.
It wasn't possible for long to deny that this actually worked and I surrendered.
Sighing frustratedly I trotted by him. He seemed to be engrossed in thoughts, that was my opportunity!
Only two meters left.
One meter.

Just as when we departed one step from the classroom, where I should serve the next two hours for my book's sake, he jerked to a halt and watched me while shaking his head. "Nice try", he smirked mischievous, before he pushed me into the room, which was already opened, and went away without saying anything. As I felt my teacher's eyes on my back, I closed the door and turned around being at the mercy of the awkward situation.
It wasn't the first time of detention though, but this made it even more uncomfortable for me. Because even if I still thought I had to choose my loved books instead of the lesson, I wasn't myself in those moments when each page's words and sentences engaged my attention and kept it like a prisoner.

My fascination for literature, or broadly speaking keys put on paper to another world, made me be its slave again and again, whereby I didn't even think of resistance. My teacher's stressed harrumphing brought me back to the here and now.
Quickly I apologized for my absentmindedness and settled myself in a random chair. After some seconds the teacher came to me and held smirking a worksheet in front of my face. Critically I oggled it and read through it before I raised my eyes again. The question of why he was smirking was hereby answered.

"When you have done all exercises till the two lessons' end without any mistakes, you must've understood the last lesson's subject matter smoothly. Then I also don't see myself forced anymore to keep your oh so compelling reading."
I would have loved to stampy foot out of frustration. But the innovative impact of his method wasn't deniable. I had never before worked that tidily​ and neatly like in this double period.

After the door got closed behind me and I stood in the empty hall all alone, I quietly shouted with glee before I was about grabbing my jacket in my backpack, which also contained my demanded book.
I spent some minutes by as well scanning my body as unpacking the backpack's whole contain and putting it back again. Vainly. I decided to check out the bathroom again and - lo and behold - my jacket was laying on the windowsill unalteredly.

Since at this time it would take quite long for the next bus coming, I decided to look closely at the doodles in the cabins which students thought they have to perpetuate themselves with. Each cabin perplexed me even more. My schoolmates' obviously lost niveau gave me pause. But what have I even expected? A flawless, lyrical text flaunting on the inside of a toilet cabin? Probably not.

Just as I wanted to leave the cabin, an apparently very hastily written text, which was strikingly long, was catching my eye. Without a closer inspection it would've been untraceable. Already as I have let wander the half of the illegible written down words through my mind, I got company of a nicely warm liquid, which moistened my cheek and hit the floor soundlessly.

A tear.
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Hmmm🙂
                      
[061117; edited: 090418]