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"Min Yoongi, please report to the principals office immediately. Min Yoongi to the principals office."

The announcement came during first hour, startling Yoongi.

He stood up, ignoring the students who stared as he walked to the door.

"Now you're gunna get it." Sarah whispered to him with a smirk as he passed her desk.

"Get what? All your STD's?" Yoongi shot back, opening the door. "Numbers don't go that high."

He closed the door on her shocked face, amused.

But that dissolved as he headed down the deserted hallway. He had no idea why the principal wanted to see him, he hadn't done anything wrong.

Well...he hadn't done anything wrong recently.

His phone rang.

Matt.

He ignored it.

He was probably just upset Yoongi hadn't come over yesterday.

He wasn't in class today so Yoongi couldn't explain himself either.

He was so lost in his thoughts, biting his nails, that he didn't have time to react when hands suddenly grabbed him and yanked him into the boys bathroom.

"Hey-" Yoongi shouted as he was pushed into a stall, the hands shoving him up against the wall.

Jimin brushed Yoongi's hair out of his eyes, smirking. "Hey there, handsome."

Yoongi scowled. "Can't you leave me alone?"

"Not a chance." Jimin rested his hands on either side of Yoongi's head. "I heard you were dateless for Matt's party this Saturday."

"How the hell did you hear that?" Yoongi hissed. He hated being so cramped in this tiny stall, unwillingly being pressed against Jimin's thin, strong body.

"Doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm single for that night and so are you." Jimin purred, walking his fingers up Yoongi's chest to grab his jaw and forcing Yoongi to look at him. "Two plus two equals a great night, babe."

"Don't call me that. Don't act like we're friends." Yoongi glared, snapping his head out of Jimin's grasp.

"Do you really hate me that much?" Jimin laughed. His long, silver earrings dangled from his double piercings, catching in the bright florescent lights above them. Yoongi hated how Jimin's outfit was three times more expensive than his whole apartment.

"Let me put it this way so your last remaining, sexed out braincell can comprehend it," Yoongi glared. "If spending a night with you would solve world hunger, create world peace and cure every disease, I still wouldn't even hold your hand."

Jimin smiled. "Ouch. I don't think that's very fair, you haven't even given me a chance yet."

"Don't need to." Yoongi pushed Jimin off him. "I already know you're a rich, arrogant asshole who can't understand that not everyone wants to have sex with you."

"What's wrong with being rich?" Jimin cocked his head.

Yoongi unlocked the stall door. "It all goes to your head and makes you a shitty person."

He opened the door, but a hand shot out and slammed it back shut.

Yoongi jerked back, surprised at the loud bang.

"Three hundred bucks for you to be my date." Jimin rested his head on his arm that was holding the door shut. His eyes pierced Yoongi's soul.

"Are you seri- you can't fucking buy me." Yoongi spat.