A/N: Yet another crack fic is coming your way.
Skip if you can't deal with immense pettiness and/or gore.
Not that I'm recommending y'all NOT to read it.
But still.
Anyway, stan BTS.
S/n's POV:
Oh, what a hectic day!
I've been dealing with my lousy incompetent staff all morning.
They know what is what.
But they don't know what is what.
Those lyrics are pretty accurate. No wonder this is my favorite song.
But my head still hurt. The fact that I couldn't take anymore Panadol was making it worse. Having already taken 52 tablets today, the doctor says I'm overdosed; she says I have to control my dosages for my own betterment.
BUT HOW CAN I?!
Likewise, in order to ease the mood, I've locked the doors to my office and closed all curtains; my favorite tunes blasting through my 1940's-era radio. I got it as a farewell gift from an ex-lover back when I was 20. He gave it to me before he left to fight for the second world war.
He never came back after.
Thinking about my ex-lover made me depressed. So, I decided to eat some fish.
I snapped the lid off of my lunchbox as the 'inviting' aroma filled the air and diffused through my nostrils. I don't know why I am eating fish. I am not supposed to. But maybe I should anyway. You only live once. Don't waste life. Live it to the fullest!
I started shoving fish into my mouth. Relishing the salty and smelly taste. My breath surely was going to stink after this. I should've brought my toothbrush.
Swish, swish, bish.
Ah, the lyrics rhyme with my food!
I let my eyes roll to the back of my head as I enjoyed the relaxing feeling coursing through my veins. As I went on with my relaxation, I suddenly felt the need to entertain myself.
"I wonder what my young twats were up to?" I thought, glancing towards the monitor displaying CCTV footage from all over the school.
I walked up towards the monitor and scanned through each panel. Those twats were being their usual selves; running and screaming. However, one panel in particular caught my eye.
Fighting. In the SIXTH. FORM. LOUNGE.
I felt the temperature of my blood surpass its boiling point. Sister hemoglobin was denaturing; my skin was starting to look like expired curd!
I mean, not that it doesn't already. But still.
I looked closer at the scene to identify who all were taking part in this barbaric show. I couldn't believe my eyes.
"Y/N!" I screamed out loud. It was her. Again. The biological sport which I decided to make the subject of my affection was doing her 'thing' once again!
My headache intensified. I was getting a stroke!
Not because I was MAD about what was currently happening, but, because of the prospect of what is to transpire within the 4 walls of this office in a couple of minutes time. The anticipation was making my blood pressure increase due to 'reasons'.
Y'all know what kind of reasons I am talking about.
I decided to sit back down and think about how on earth I am going to send her here.
I didn't want to show up at the lounge; those twats are going to lose their cool. I don't have the mental capacity to have more teenagers run around screaming "THE GHOST OF THE SECOND WORLD WAR'S PAST!!!" all over the place!
So I decided to just call the student council president to fetch her for me.
"BLONDELL!!!" I barked at the intercom as I slouched back and took a deep breath. The smell of fish breath filled the air.
I heard footsteps scurrying through outside my office before hearing the clicking sound of the lock. Blondell had a spare key to my office, you see. In case the Grim Reaper decides that it's time for me to go, Blondell may always and forever have access to my office in order to rid it of my corpse.
"Yes, Miss?" the blond asked as she peeked through the door.
"I want YOU to go fetch y/n for me. Do it FAST! PRONTO!" I screamed at her as she ran towards the other end of the building where my beloved y/n is. Oh, I just can't wait for her to get here.
I went to look at the CCTV monitor once again. I smirked as I saw Blondell entering the lounge to order an exhausted y/n laying dead on the floor to come to my office. I was SO excited!
I got up and walked towards the front of my desk; stretching my century-old body in preparation for the tedious physical activity I was about to take part in.
That was when I heard large clunky footsteps outside my office.
Oh, yes!
My heart pulsated upon the sight of her thick curvy body entering my office. She was looking down at the floor; arms moving up in order to fix her scarf. The scarf probably got messed up while she was fighting. Boy, was she in for a treat. Or, a lesson, rather.
"Good morning Miss." She shyly barked at me in her booming voice.
"Good morning my sweet. Come have a seat." I replied back to her as I gestured towards the chair in front of my table. I saw her shiver upon my nickname for her.
Mmm, yes. MY sweet.
She sat up and looked at me through her large glasses. I stood in front of her; eyeing her from head to toe. Taking in every single detail about her. Her curves were everything!
"Y/n." I said in a serious tone. "How many times do I have to teach you to control yourself?! The last-"
"BUT MISS THEY DID IT! IT WAS THEIR FAULT! THEY SHOWED THEIR FACES TO ME!" she interrupted. Why does this girl keep interrupting people while they're speaking?! I don't get it! I have heard tons of complaints about this problem. Including some from Jaina, the black-haired student in y/n's grade.
"How many times do I have to lecture you about butting in?! Don't make me lecture you again!" I yelled at her. She shut up in an instant.
Hmmm, what an obedient girl you are.
"Also," I added "Was it THEIR fault that they showed their faces to you? You people are in school, for heaven's sake! You people show your faces to each other every day!" I was MAD. I couldn't wait to teach her a lesson!
"I am sorry Miss." Y/n told me quietly despite her booming voice.
What is wrong with her vocal cords?
"I know you are sorry." I said sarcastically. She wasn't. A girl like her would never be sorry for the bullshit they put their peers through. I know her all too well to believe the lies that come out of those plump lips of hers.
"But you need a lesson." I slowly said to her as my lips formed into a smirk. Y/n's face then morphed into a look of pure shock.
"Please, no!" Y/n begged. Her begging simply turned me on. Begging was useless!
"Oh yes I will!" I exclaimed as I walked towards her and held her waist firmly in my hands.
"Do the cha cha." I whispered into her ear as I felt her shiver in my grasp.
A/N: Okay, here's the first half of the second part. I figured it would be too much if I wrote everything in one chapter; hence, I decided to split it. The next half will be out soon enough (lies). I'll also be posting another chapter after posting the second half. I can't wait for y'all to read it!
Anyway, stan BTS.
