The atmosphere surrounding the school early in the morning was very peaceful. Wind hustling, birds chirping, and students laughing.
Jungkook, on the other hand, wasn't looking very peaceful. He looked rather devastated. The classes hasn't even started yet and here he was, sitting alone inside the cafeteria, banging his head on the table where his blank notebook and ballpen was laying.
"I fucking accept my death, now when will you come for me." He said nonchalantly, still banging his head on the table. Only this time, he accidentally hit it harder. "Ouch!" He winced, sitting straight and sending death glares on the table.
"Have you gone completely mad, Jungkook?" A deep voice asked, followed by a figure sitting beside him and placing foods on top of the table, just beside his notebook. "I've been watching you since I entered the cafeteria and you were banging your head for five minutes straight,"
Jungkook stared at him blankly, "Leave me alone, Yoongi hyung."
"No, kid. What the hell is your problem? It's early in the morning and you already looked like you're mourning." Yoongi spat, looking at him with disgust.
Jungkook pouted, eyebrows furrowing deep, a small groan escaped his lips. "Guess what realisation I just had, hyung? I fucking hate my professor."
"Finally! Welcome to the club, mister!" Yoongi said sarcastically, rolling his eyes a little before taking a bite from his egg sandwich. "And so?"
"Nothing much. I just hate my prof," Jungkook shrugged, rolling his eyes when Yoongi only stared at him, not saying anything.
"I have wasted three minutes and thirty three seconds of my time listening to an idiot but I'm not saying it was you." Yoongi stated, munching his egg sandwich when he felt Jungkook's arms crept around his shoulder. His eyes blinked twice, mouth hung open, hands immediately dropping the sandwich before standing up, "Okay I'm done here. My class is starting. Bye Jungkook!" He hurriedly said, running away from the pissed younger.
Jungkook only glared at Yoongi's back until the older was out of his sight. He pouted and took the egg sandwich Yoongi has left, and took a bite on it while still pouting. "The bell haven't even started ringing," he shook his head as he think how lame Yoongi's reason was.
He knew that Yoongi was just scared because he knew he had pissed off Jungkook.
Biting on Yoongi's egg sandwich, he once again stared at his blank notebook and it totally ruined his mood. Again. "Fuck you!" He shouted angrily at his notebook, glaring at it as if it could burn if he do that.
"Fuck this! I hate my life!"
***
"Why aren't you in the class?" Namjoon asked, furrowing his eyebrow as soon as he made eye contact with Jungkook, who's head was lying on the table and still sulking.
"Why would I even bother to come when I still don't have that fucking essay he wants," he stated, not even bothering to look at Namjoon again.
"You still don't have that essay he assigned to you? Jungkook, it's been what, 1 month since he told you to write that essay." Namjoon sighed in disbelief, shaking his head as he sat beside Jungkook.
Jungkook bursted out crying that shook Namjoon to the core. "You're saying that because you have experience! I don't have any experience, hyung! How can I differentiate sex and make love and write a whole fucking essay about it!!!" He cried loudly, making the students eating their brunch stare at him.
Namjoon panicked, he didn't know what to do to comfort the younger. His hands were fidgeting which results to his coke falling down and wetting everything in the table. "Oh fuck!"
