"He's bad news Namjoon. I can't believe you like Kim Seokjin, of all people! He's so cold!" My friend, Hoseok rants.
"I look past that Hobi. He has a good heart. He just expresses his feelings differently." I say.
"In anger, Namjoon. He expresses his feelings in anger. He punched a locker, forming a dent the other day, because someone said something that offended him." Hoseok rolls his eyes.
"He's sensitive." I say as I grab my books from my locker. "Quit talking bad. I have class."
I shut the locker, walking away from my friend. Ah, I have this class with Seokjin. I sit in my seat, toward the back of the room.
"Mr. Kim. You're late." Our teacher, Ms. Lee says. God, I hate her so much. She always dresses in tight, revealing clothing, to show off. She's even made moves on a couple of male students, Seokjin being one of them. I'm surprised she hasn't gotten an STD yet.
"Your point?" Seokjin asks. Ms. Lee grips his arm, looking at him seductively. Almost all of the male students glare at Seokjin in jealousy.
"Whatever. Go sit by Namjoon." She whines, pouting when she realizes that Seokjin isn't interested. Seokjin smirks, stalking over to the chair next to mine.
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"Shit." I whisper to myself, quickly closing my notebook, that had a bunch of doodles in it. He sits down, the smell of his cologne suffocating me. In a good way of course.
"Do you have a pen I could borrow?" He tilts his head at me. My face heats up.
"Y-Yeah." I grab a pen from my pencil bag, handing it to him.
"Thanks." He smiles his dazzling smile. I almost faint.
"Kim Namjoon, pay attention!" Ms. Lee. screeches. "Answer the question!"
"62." I shrug. Her face pales, and she nods.
"Bitch." I whisper under my breath. Seokjin chuckles softly.
"That she is." He grins. I blush again, reaching for my notebook. He peeks over my shoulder to look at my latest drawing.
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"Damn. How do you do that?" He asks.
"P-Practice I guess." I mumble.
"DETENTION KIM NAMJOON!" The teacher shrieks.
"W-Why?!" I ask.
"Talking while I'm teaching!" She shouts.
"You're teaching during my conversation." I shoot back. Seokjin stifles a laugh.
"Detention!" She exclaims.
"Maybe you should go to detention as well. You're breaking the dress code. Rule 245 states that shorts and dresses must be just above your knee. everyone, including staff, must follow this rule. You, are breaking that rule by wearing that short as fuck dress." I say as I pack my things.
"Namjoon." She sends a warning glare to me.
"Also, rule 362 states, that there is no student-teacher relationships allowed. Maybe that lie just doesn't apply to you, as I hear moans coming from this room. Shortly after, one of my classmates would walk out, you following shortly after. Should I contact the principal about this?"
"Just take your seat!" She huffs.
"Thank you." I sit back down.
Seokjin is dying of laughter. It sounds like someone is washing windows.
"That was great." He grins as the bell rings, signaling that class is over.
"It was nothing." I shrug. "She was being a bitch, so I decided to be one back."
"You're not too bad Namjoon. We should hang out more." He says.
