THE BREAKFAST CLUB

04

the library is set up with six tables in two rows of three. the clock at the front of the room reads just past seven o'clock.

jimin has already claimed his spot at the front table closest to the door. namjoon walks in and quietly slides into the table behind him.

jungkook comes in and points at the chair next to jimin, at the front table. he shrugs and jungkook sits down.

in walks min suga, or yoongi, as his name really is. as he enters the room, his hand runs over everything on the desk, sliding a few items into his coat pocket.

he walks over to where namjoon is sitting and points to the table on the opposite side of the library. namjoon reluctantly gets up and moves, allowing yoongi to flop down in his previous spot. the black haired boy pulls a chair out to the side and kicks his feet up.

hoseok hurries in, making a beeline for the back of the room. he sits in the back corner table, two tables behind namjoon. the loud noise he makes when he plops down in the chair attracts the attention of the others, who all share glances and snicker.

the door slams open and all five boys turn to look at the front. a tired-looking young man walks in, holding a stack of papers in one hand. he's kim seokjin, the teacher supervising their detention. once he reaches the front, he stops and turns to face the group, a fake smile on his face.

"well, here we are! i want to congratulate you for being on time." his voice trails off as jimin raises his hand.

"excuse me, sir? i think there's been a mistake. i know it's detention, but, um...i don't think i belong in here..."

kim seokjin ignores him, continuing on with his speech. he glances down at his watch, then back up at the kids.

"it is now seven-oh-six. you have exactly eight hours and fifty-four minutes to think about why you're here. to ponder the error of your ways..."

yoongi spits into the air and catches the spit in his mouth again. jimin looks at him, disgust written all over his face and looking like he is about to gag.

"...and you may not talk. you will not move from these seats." seokjin looks pointedly at yoongi and points at him. "and you..."

he pulls the chair out from under yoongi's feet, causing the boy to groan loudly. "...will not sleep. okay people, we're gonna try something a little different today. we are going to write an essay–of no less than a thousand words–describing to me who you think you are."

yoongi stares blankly at seokjin. "is this a test?"

seokjin ignores yoongi as he passes out paper and pencils. "and when i say essay...i mean essay. i do not mean a single word repeated a thousand times. is that clear mr. min?"

yoongi looks up, sending seokjin a dirty look. "crystal."

"good. maybe you'll learn a little something about yourself. maybe you'll even decide whether or not you care to return."

namjoon raises his hand and then stands. "you know, i can answer that right now sir...that'd be "no", a no for me, 'cause..."

seokjin raises a dismissive hand. "sit down kim." he sits.

"my office..." seokjin points outside, past the door. "...is right across that hall. any monkey business is ill-advised..."

the young teacher glances around the room, at the tired expressions of the students before letting a smug smile tug at his lips. "any questions?"

yoongi lazily raised his hand. "yeah, i got a question."

seokjin looks at him, distrustful.

yoongi snorts. "does barry manilow know you raid his wardrobe?"