"This isn't right guys."
"Said the student council president." Taehyung mocked Im Do Chae.
"Miss President, when are you going to learn? When you hang around us . . . ." Namjoon smirked.
"You won't be miss perfect anymore."
"You said I was perfect...
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01 - Miss . . .
미스 . . .
His finger pressed down on the nozzle letting the paint spread across the back wall of the school, like wildfire.
The exhaust that erected themselves from the can, resembled poisons and synthetic concoctions. The staggering fragrance didn't appear to trouble him, as though he did this a ton.
"Dude, we need to go. The guard is going to be here soon." Jungkook barged in, as his unsteady voice got away from his mouth.
"I'm . . . almost done. Give me a minute." He answered, with a feeling of disturbance, yet before long was destroyed as he fell into the image he was making on the dull solid mass of their boarding school.
As soon as he put the last touches to his piece, the blinding light of a flashlight burned their eyes.
"Shit, we need to go!" He yelled grabbing his cans, and the back of Jungkook's collar, dragging him along. "COME ON!"
Jungkook stumbled forward before he caught his balance and ran alongside Yoongi.
"I'll meet you back in the dorm room." Yoongi inhaled as they entered the school, at that point splitting off from Jungkook.
This was a common strategy of theirs, mostly because the guard is on the heavier side and can't run that fast, and because he gives up when they veer off different directions. Yoongi sprinted up the stairs but ultimately regretted it in the end.
He tripped on the last step causing him to spill all of his cans onto the ground making a loud clattering noise, which echoed through the empty hallways. The brown eyes of the boy watched as one of the cans stopped rolling, a pair of black converse stopped it from tumbling any further.
Yoongi lifted his head up from where he lay on the ground, his stomach dropped.
"Damn it." He cursed under his breath as he locked eyes with Im Do Chae, the Student Council President, "She's gonna rat me out." he sighed, sitting up.
Yoongi looked behind him, noticing the beam of the flashlight turn towards the direction of the stairs, his hand tightened into a fist before colliding with the floor.
"Get up dumbass," Chae whispered, extending her hand towards the fallen guy in front of her. "Hurry up!" When Yoongi didn't seem to understand what was going on, Chae grabbed his arm pulling him up from off the ground.
