The next day, I found myself with a detention slip. I internally fussed and dashed through the hallway regarding the words of going to the principle's office first thing in the morning. I was beyond fuming, that stupid girl got me stuck in this situation and there's no way out. I still couldn't get the thought out of my head of being alone in detention with, out of all people, Jungkook.
Once I arrived into the office to check in, I had got sent to the class number to which detention was conducted. I stalked angrily down the halls, looking for the unknown classroom. Yet once I did, I mentally thanked god that the classroom was empty. Once I plopped down into one of the front desks, I couldn't help but sigh, resting my head on my arms.
I stayed up till 2 in the morning last night because I couldn't fall asleep, so of course I was feeling a bit drowsy. Just as I thought the professor nor' Jungkook would arrive anytime soon, the door had opened delicately.
My whole body froze looking down at the floor, seeing the shadow of the tall figure. My eyes slowly going wide, seeing the shadow coming closer..and closer. My heart rate slowly but frequently, pumping for blood, increasing each second. My lungs pleading for oxygen as I inhaled, never exhaling, not dearing to breathe.
The sound of the bottom of whom's shoes clacking can be heard getting sharper and sharper . I shut my eyes, still my head positioned on top of my arms, peaking through the cracks of brightness from the natural light of the classroom. The clacks were now right in front of me, air had faintly rushed passed me. The aroma of cologne instantly going through the peeks of my arm and brushing my nose.
However, just as I thought he was walking away, something had fallen. My eyes had trailed toward the pen rolling on the floor, and he had instantly paused. I wasn't sure as to what his expression was, but I didn't think I would get so shy at the event that happened afterwards. He had his arm placed behind him, with his legs straight bending down slowly. My attention was no longer on his legs anymore. My whole view...was contemplated...by his toned...omfg nvm. My eyes went wide, my cheeks started to crawl with heat. Repeating in my head, i am not a pervert.
He had reached for the pen, grabbing it, tucking it in his pocket and walked away. Momentarily, a chair not so far away had been pulled, scraping against the floor which could be heard clearly as the room was abnormally silent.
After awhile, I was still debating on if I should sit up or continue to pretending like I was sleeping for another 1 hour. But, after a good 30 minutes, someone had walked in, my head instantly had lifted looking toward the person. "Since the professor is not going to be hear anytime soon," The guy said sternly looking around. "He told me to inform you guys to report to the cafeteria and that there will be cleaning supplies waiting for you there."
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I was invigoratingly and constantly wiping wall to wall, table to table and even scrubbing the floor on my hands and knees. While on the other hand, he just sat there in a daze. Looking into space, not that I was looking at him or anything. Well at least without him being aware of it. I was so pissed at the fact he just sat back with his legs propped up on the table following with his eyes shut. He was so careless and I hated it. I was on the edge of exploding. I still couldn't believe he put his filthy shoes on the table I had just cleaned.
The smell in the room was disgusting, immune I was going to throw up sooner or later. The mix of the strong smell of bleach and spoiled milk. I look back toward him, seeing his head rested on his backpack and I roll my eyes seeing him so unbothered. At this point, I couldn't hold back. He hated me anyway, so how would speaking my mind put any more pressure on me than I already have now?
I furiously took off the rubber gloved I had on, tightening my hair tie I had already put on before I even started cleaning, and bolted toward his way with one of the cleaning scrubbers. Once I had stepped in front of him, I hesitantly rethought about it and finally had the courage to speak.
"I'm not sure if you're aware of where you are, but just to remind you we're in DETENTION. Just for you to take note, this is none of my responsibility to clean up a mess I didn't make.." When I finally opened my eyes after being afraid of him giving me a look while speaking; he had an empty perpetual smirk on his lips, almost looking through me with his dark eyes that were always so cold and distant. He had sat up, his expression unreadable, his eyes were looking through mine as he slowly stood straight, steadily walking toward me. The wicked smirk still plastered on his face. I began to unsurely walk backwards, soon my back hitting the stone cold wall.
I shut my eyes tight, and once he finally reached me, he slammed his hand against the wall space near my head. My ears ringing while he trapped me with his body. My heart was pounding out of my chest. His eyes were looking through me this whole time, I was lost. His eyes were so piercing. My emotions were all over the place. It was like he possessed me in some way. My eyes lingered too much on his bottom lip which was so much fuller compared to his top one.
His face was getting drastically closer to mine, my nostrils were filled with his warm, minty breathe as I had just realized he had a piece of gum in his mouth. His smirk became wider as his face came closer, his lips inches away from mine. I closed my eyes tightly, slightly disappointed feeling his breathe blowing at my ear. I shivered as he started to speak, "I'm not sure if you're aware of where you are, but just to remind you, we're in an all ROYAL palace. Which means, no peasants aloud. And let me tell you, people like you don't belong in such a place. Vice versa, in your position is trespassing. In other hands, you shouldn't screw with me, Joy. I'm not that guy to piss off. As a royal this is my job, I suggest you do yours and fuck off."
And with that, he walked off, without even getting his backpack. Tears slowly start to build up in the corners of my eye. I didn't even know why I was being so emotional about what he told me considering I get similar comments worse than that almost everyday.
But why was it that it hurt me even worse when the words coming from him...?
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