yoongi walked into school next day, jeongguk's hand tightly wrapped around his. "no fighting, okay?" jeongguk gave yoongi a hopeful look, the latter only grunting and looking away. "please yooy-"
"min yoongi, i need you to come with me." a teacher walked infront of the pair, their face stern, making yoongi a big scared. his hand squeezed jeongguk's. "now, yoongi. and you," the teacher glanced at jeongguk, "make your way to class." the teacher grabbed yoongi's hand away from jeongguk's.
"yooyoo?" jeongguk's eyes filled with worry as he saw yoongi being pulled to the front office, into the back.
in the office, yoongi was seated in a room. it felt like a box, there was a desk that was connected to the wall, a light, and two chairs. his backpack lay on the desk, and he starred through the small window in the door. suddenly, a different teacher opened the door, it was a lady, and her face looked softer. "are you yoongi?"
said boy nodded timidly, and the lady smiled at him. "come with me please." yoongi stood and followed the lady out of the room, into an office. the same stern teacher from earlier was sitting in a spinny chair, and taehyung sat in another chair. he had two bruises on his cheek, and his lip was busted. "sit."
yoongi took a chair and plopped into his, his hands resting on his knees. he kept his gaze down, feeling regret and guilt bubbling inside him. "do you know why you're here, min yoongi?" yoongi shook his head, and the teacher shifted in their chair. "you harmed a student, yoongi."
there was a silence, and then the teacher continued. "taehyung's parent's are not happy, and i'm guessing your's aren't either. but, your mother isn't picking up and we don't have your father's number listed." yoongi just starred at his shoes, he felt the teachers and taehyung's gaze drilling holes in his head.
"you'll be in a study room all day today, in-school suspension. while you're in there you'll be writing taehyung and apology. understood?" yoongi looked up, his eyebrows knitted together.
"w-will i be able to go to lunch o—or recess?"
"no." yoongi's head dropped again, and he just nodded. "good. now, taehyung you are excused, yoongi, mrs. yang will take you back to your room."
'frick this school.'
