just one day

5.

I sighed in annoyance standing out the school's entrance, waiting for F5's limos to arrive. Instead of limos they were all driving expensive foreign cars. 

I rolled my eyes. I stood with my hands in my uniform jacket pocket. I watched as Yoongi stepped out of his red sports car.

Oh how I would love to slash his tires and key his car. He was the most difficult person I had ever dealt with in my entire life. And I dealt with a lot of difficult people.

Like why doesn't he leave me alone. Why does he make me out such bad behavior ways.

He turned looking at me, he placed his hands into his probably expensive dress pants and approach me as his members followed behind him.

"Morning, Beyoncé" he smiles thinking that was a funny joke or something.

"Wow. That's another nickname" one of the members says.
"There's video girl. Milk girl and now beyonce" one said reminding me.

I let out a sigh, "can we please get this over with?" I asked him in annoyance.

"Now now. That is no way to treat someone you own a dear apology to" Min Yoongi says.

I rolled my eyes.

"From today on forward... I don't want you rolling your eyes at me" he tells me.

"Excuse me"

I ask arching my brows.

"Do you need to clean out your ears? Can you not hear?" He asked.

"I heard you. I'm asking you why"

"Because I said so. Was it not your idea to do anything and everything I tell you to do?" He asked causing me to sigh.

Curse my damn mouth.

"I'm sorry, Yoongi" the words I tried to keep in for the longest finally came out.

"I-im... I'm sorry for sitting at your table and not getting up when being told. I'm sorry for talking back to you. I'm sorry for embarrassing not only you but also the F5. For calling you guys the Fab Five. I'm sorry for pouring milk on you and slapping you. And for kicking you. Please forgive me" I say trying to sound at least a little bit serious.

He looks around deciding if he sound accept my apology.

"Your forgiven" he said.
I let out a sigh.

"Thank you"

I watch as he reaches down into his pocket and pulling out Korean money.

"Open your hand" he tells me.

"For what?"

"Just do I said" he says.

I sigh holding open my hand.

"Now, we have class together in almost 30 minutes. Off of this campus is a little coffee shop about ten minutes away. I want you to go and get me a cappuccino. Caramel if you will. With five creams and six sugars" he said handing me the money.

Was he serious?

"What?"

"29 minutes" he counts down.

Was he fucking serious?
What if I get lost or something?

"You've got to be kidding me" I say.

"You better run. Wouldn't want to be late would we?" He asked smirking.

Of course he was.
He's an asshole.

I began to slowly walk away, "28" he shouts reminding. I then began to run down the street.