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BTS - request pt 2

thank you TaehyungWifeu2001 for requesting this! so y'all might have to go a while back for this. the request is a continuation of the last imagine i did in book two. if you want, go back and read it so you're caught up!

You slam your hands against the table, gritting your teeth. "She's a bitch and I want her gone."

Everyone's eyes land on you but the attention isn't a problem. It's the bitch who thinks she can get what she wants with the snap of her fingers that's driving you insane. Just a few hours ago, she asked you to come over to her table. Despite desperately not wanting to, you went. She demanded you go get her a water bottle and when you rejected, she had the audacity to give you a stern look.

Jin chuckles, placing his book to the side as everyone piles in. "I second your statement, her constant flirting is getting on my nerves."

There a few murmurs of agreement. It feels good to have everyone agree with you. The atmosphere in the room changes drastically from the quiet calm it was at before.

Now everyone's bubbling with rage.

"Perfect! So what do we do about her?"

Namjoon sighs, rubbing his temple. "For once, I have nothing. It's been a whole month of secretly plotting to get her to leave but nothing."

No-one is surprised by the revelation of his secret planning. Namjoon's always secretly planning something and for once, you're glad that it has something to do with you.

Since she made that remark about wanting to steal your place, you've been on edge, constantly worrying about what she's been doing to ruin you. Only, she hasn't done anything. She knows just how to bug you.

Then again, you are Queen Bee.

"Frame her," you mutter. "Frame her for something she could've done to me. The principal here loves me!"

Jungkook casts his gaze to the floor, nodding slowly as Namjoon's smile grows. "Why didn't I think of that?"

"Because, I'm smarter than you," you reply smoothly, blowing him a kiss.

"Ok, what do we frame her for?" Hoseok asks, suddenly interested in the conversation. His eyes flicker with mischief, like yours sometimes do.

"Files. My files hold some nasty shit so if I make Mr. Choi think she's got it, she's gone," you explain, nibbling on your lip as a more detailed plan forms itself in your mind.

"I admire your thinking, Y/N," Yoongi adds, rubbing his hands together.

You sneak into the office later that afternoon, the key from Mr. Choi's pocket secured tightly in your hand. Getting it wasn't easy. Poor Jimin was sent to have a chat with the guy so you could dig around in his pocket without getting noticed.

The boys trail behind, turning the plan into some spy movie as they roll around on the floor to get to the cabinet.

You try to tell them that it's only making them more noticeable but they ignore you, holding their finger guns up threateningly.

You roll your eyes and shove the key in, flipping through the files as quickly as you can. Finally, you find yours, shoving it down your shirt. Locking the cabinet and putting the key into Mr. Choi's conveniently placed jacket, you run for your lives.

"Did you get it?" Taehyung asks, slightly out of breath. You nod, waving it around. Classes are still going so you sprint to her locker and grab your bobby pin.

"Guard me," you whisper, turning around so you can pick the lock. It doesn't take you that long before it clicks open. You throw the folder in and slam the locker shut, tapping the boys on the back.

You all make it to your different classes to hand in your toilet passes.

See? So easy.

You're called into the office before the bell rings. Mr. Choi sits unhappily in his chair, the cabinet behind him open.

"Y/N, your folder is gone. Do you have any idea what could've happened to it?"

Feigning innocence, you shake your head, adding some worry into your acting. "Do you think someone took it?"

He nods, "Do you know anyone who would?"

You nod in return, shoving the smirk threatening to replace your frown back down. "I saw Joy in here before. She looked suspicious."

Mr. Choi nods, pushing his chair back as he stands. "Let's check her locker. I always knew something was up with her."

The boys jump from the door when it opens, letting Mr. Choi pass before flanking your sides as you emerge. Giving them the 'ok' sign, you giggle to yourself as you arrive at Joy's locker.

"Miss. Joy! Please step away from your locker!"

The girl moves, looking scared before her gaze lands on you. It morphs into one of recognition and hate. She knows what you've done and the sly smirk and cocked eyebrow isn't doing much to convince her otherwise.

Mr. Choi gasps as he comes across the beige folder.

"I gave you a chance but you took advantage of it. I won't tolerate this kind of behaviour in my school. Get out and don't come back."

Joy is in tears as some bulky boys drag her out of the school. You send her a wave, a laugh bubbling out of your lips.

"Let that be a lesson to you all. Don't mess with the Queen."