THE BREAKFAST CLUB

11

somewhere in the back of the library, namjoon, yoongi and jimin sit in a circle, laughing hysterically.

yoongi passes jimin a joint and the younger coughs wildly, the smoke billowing out.

namjoon laughs at him. he exhales and tries to eat the smoke, then proceeds to talk in a really weird voice.

"preps, cannot hold der smoke! that's what it is!"

"do you know how popular i am?" jimin says. "i'm so popular, everybody loves me so much at this school."

yoongi snorts, then takes a long hit. "poor baby."

namjoon waves jimin over to him and falls over.

jungkook emerges from a really smokey room. he grabs the joint from yoongi, inhales another puff and then starts dancing to everybody's applause.

he then goes back in the room he was in and screams, effectively shattering the glass in the door.

***

down in the school basement, seokjin is flicking through confidential files.

he pulls one out and skims through it. "oh, mister choi youngjae ...a history of slight mental illness? whoa, no wonder he's so fucked up!"

the janitor enters. "afternoon, jin."

"hey, jackson," seokjin says, looking up. "how you doing?"

"good..."

seokjin nods. "good, what's up?"

jackson gives a light smile. "not much, what's happening, what are you doing in the basement files?"

seokjin waves a dismissive hand. "oh, nothin', nothin' here. i'm just doing a little homework."

"homework, huh?"

"yeah..."

jackson, laughing, walks over and looks at the files that seokjin was looking at. "confidential files...hmm?"

seokjin steps back. "look, jackson... this is a highly sensitive area and i, i tell you something... certain people would be very, very embarrassed. i would really appreciate it if–if this would be something that, that you and i could keep between us."

"what are you gonna do for me?"

"well," says seokjin. "what would you like?"

jackson thinks. "got fifty thousand won?"

seokjin blinks. "what?"

"fifty thousand won."

***

back in the library, jungkook and namjoon are talking and laughing, and hoseok is hanging out, nearby, over by the statue in the back of the library. suddenly, he scoots over and leans in close. "wanna know something?" *

namjoon glances at jungkook. "yeah, sure, i guess..."

hoseok's stare fixates on namjoon. "your full name is kim namjoon."

jungkook and namjoon look at hoseok in confusion.

"okay?" jungkook says.

"yeah, everybody already kno–"

"your birthday is september 12th, you're five-eleven, you weigh a hundred and forty-seven pounds and your social security number is 0-4-9-3-8-0-9-1," he pauses, then grins. "3."

jungkook is impressed. "wow! are you psychic?"

hoseok looks at the younger, grinning wildly. "no..."