"leave me, you little shit!" i yelled.
"too bad, i won't." my ears get annoyed by hearing his voice.
"i swear to god taehyung, if i get detention from mr. jung again for being late to his class because of you, i'm going you punch you until your nose bleeds."
"well, thank you for the detailed explanation of what you're going to do, but no," he laughs, not leaving the hold on my bag. "it's fun making mr. jung give you detentions."
"i hate you." i snarled.
my eyes widened, instantly making me turn around as i punched taehyung's shoulder when we both heard the school bell ringing.
"i'm late, yet again." i screamed before running to the most hated class of mine; physics; mr. jung's classroom.
i worriedly knock on the door, waiting for him to open it.
as soon as the door opens, my eyes witness the skinny legs, tight pants, his white shirt, the upmost bottom — undone, his dark blue tie that's wrapped around his neck, his dark brown hair, and his endearing face, to which my breathe stops every single day when i'm in his classroom.
i internally screamed at how hot he is, and i screamed some more, realizing that he's my teacher.
"mr. jung, i wasn't planing on skipping your class or anything, it's all taehyung's ful—"
"miss jiyeon," he speaks up, completely making me stop my sentence. "i don't need your excuses."
"but, sir—"
"don't try to argue with me, miss." he crossed his arms. "you know that i don't like it when my students tries to skip my class or if they're late."
"please believe—" i looked at the expression ahead of me. he wasn't going to hear my explanation..at all. "taehyung!" i screamed.
mr. jung had a blank expression as he looked at me.
"detention during lunch," he moved away from the door, making me go inside his classroom. "come in."
just fucking great.
