the rest of the boys are all sitting in their seats when yoongi and seokjin enter the library. seokjin pushes yoongi forward.
"get your stuff, let's go! mr. wise guy here has taken it upon himself to go to the gymnasium. i'm sorry to inform you, you're going to be without his services for the rest of the day."
yoongi turns back to seokjin, rubbing his eyes like a child. "boo-hoo!"
seokjin folds his arms. "everything's a big joke, huh min? the false alarm you pulled, friday, false alarms are really funny, aren't they? what if your home, what if your family..." he pauses. "what if your dope was on fire?"
yoongi stares right into seokjin's eyes. "impossible, sir... it's in namjoon's underwear."
jungkook laughs. seokjin turns to face the youngest, glaring down at him. "you think he's funny? you think this is cute? you think he's bitchin', is that it? lemme tell you something. look at him, he's a bum." the teacher looks around the room. "you wanna see something funny? you go visit min yoongi in five years! you'll see how god damned funny he is!"
he faces yoongi again. "what's the matter, yoongi? you gonna cry? let's go."
seokjin grabs yoongi's shoulder, but the boy pushes off him. "hey, keep your fucking hands off me! i expect better manners from you, kim!"
yoongi takes his sunglasses out of his pocket and sets them in front of jungkook. "for better hallway vision!"
then yoongi leaves, pushing things off the desk on his way out.
***
seokjin has put yoongi in a cramped closet. he stands in the doorway, glaring at yoongi.
"that's the last time, min yoongi. that's the last time you ever make me look bad in front of those kids, do you hear me? i make 34 million won a year and i have a home and i'm not about to throw it away on some punk like you...but someday, man, someday. when you're outta here and you've forgotten all about this place... and they've forgotten all about you and you're wrapped up in your own pathetic life...i'm gonna be there. that's right. and i'm gonna kick the living shit out of you, man, i'm gonna knock your dick in the dirt!"
yoongi stares blankly. "are you threatening me?"
"what're you gonna do about it?" seokjin taunts. "you think anybody's gonna believe you? you think anybody's gonna take your word over mine? i'm a man of respect around here. they love me around here, i'm a swell guy... you're a lying sack of shit! and everybody knows it. oh, you're a real tough guy... come on, come on...get on your feet, pal! let's find out how tough you are! i wanna know right now, how tough you are! come on! i'll give you the first punch, let's go! come on, right here, just take the first shot! please, i'm begging you, take a shot! come on, just take one shot, that's all i need, just one swing..."
but yoongi just sits there staring at seokjin. seokjin fakes a punch and yoongi flinches.
"that's what I thought–you're a gutless turd!" seokjin laughs, then leaves and locks the closet door after him. yoongi jumps up and climbs into a duct in the ceiling and disappears.
***
yoongi is slowly crawling through a heating duct. he talks to himself as he moves.
"a naked blond walks into a bar, with a poodle under one arm and a two foot salami under the other. she lays the poodle on the table. bartender says: "i suppose you won't be needing a drink." the naked lady says–!"
he's cut off as the ceiling under him gives and he falls through.
"oh shit!" he screams.
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HAPPY JIMIN DAY
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