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"Hwang Hyunjin, it's been a week now. Where is the homework you owe me?"
Mark rocked on his back two chair legs, giggling away as he watched Hyunjin's expression drop into a horrified one.
"And which is that again?" Hyunjin mumbled sheepishly.
"The summary practice on World War II," our History teacher, Mrs Park, tapped her feet impatiently.
"What?"
"The one you threw into the bin two days ago," Vernon supplied in helpfully.
"THE WHAT?" Our teacher screeched unforgivingly, making the majority of us flinch back.
Vernon repeated his statement nonchalantly, a little slower this time.
"And you didn't stop him?" Mrs Park continued screeching, as if trying to gain a fearful reaction from the collected man.
"No," Vernon shrugged easily, his face stoic of emotions, "It was too funny to watch."
Mark slipped off his unsteady chair with a loud bang, doubling over on the ground, cackling.
"Chwe, Lee, take your things and stand at the door!" Mrs Park shrieked, "Now!"
I shuddered slightly like the coward I was, rubbing my ringing ears. Poor things.
"Hate to break it to you, Mrs Park, but there's no space here," Yoongi poked his head into the classroom with a small frown, as if truly displeased.
He was thrown out of the class along with his friend, Jung Hoseok, a little earlier for belting out out the lyrics of 'Touch My Body' by SISTAR 'inappropriately', as quoted from our sensitive teacher.
"There's some space beside me. I don't mind them standing here," Taeyong offered helpfully, waving a hand from the back of the class.
He was banished to the back of the class the moment the teacher stepped in just because he had just dyed his hair a dark red, and that coincidentally turned out to be the History teacher's least favorite color.
Mrs Park inhaled sharply, on the verge of completely losing it, "Chwe, both Lees, Hwang and Kim, lunch detention!"
A myraid of complains erupted almost instantly.
"I gave you a solution to your problems and you gave me detention?" Taeyong's jaw went slack as he raised an angry fist, "What is justice anymore?"
