𝕊𝕆𝕄𝔼𝕆ℕ𝔼 𝕃𝕆𝕍𝔼𝕊 𝕐𝕆𝕌 | Minsung

Ah, Detention, Detention.

The two sat in the wooden, padded chairs that sat straight in front of Mr Park's desk. The chairs were far from comfortable. They tried their best not to continue readjusting as not to draw attention from the angry man in front of them. Jisung struggled to stay still as the soggy feeling continued throughout his body.

"Care to explain yourselves?" Mr Park rested both of his arms against the papers that spread across his desk as he eyed both Minho and Jisung.

"It was his f-" Mr park raised a hand as he immediately interrupted Minho's excuse.

"Not good enough. We have a strict, no tolerance for violence and I will not make any exception. Both of you, two hours of detention this afternoon, no questions asked. Now get back to class before I make it three." As much as Minho wanted to argue back, he knew it would only make matters worst. Jisung on the other hand was already out the door, not wanting to risk the principles threat, to increase the time, becoming a reality.

Once both boys had made it out of the forbidden place they parted ways to to get back to their own lives once again.

-

The afternoon rolled around quicker then preferred for both Minho and Jisung. Jisung was once again the first to leave the classroom heading straight for the detention room, so that he could get the dreadful experience over and done with.

Minho did the same, not wanting to waste one second. He needed these two hours to go by quickly. At least they were only going to have to sit in silence, right? That's easy enough. At least they weren't put on cleaning duty.

-

"And this is for you. Of course I don't want to see anything leftover. No straw rappers, no chip packets, no-"

"We get the point Mr Park." Minho took the plastic bag that was gripped in the middle aged man's frail hands as he spoke. Jisung stood holding a nifty nabber, a large plastic bag of his own and an extremely irritated expression on his face. After all it was Minho's fault they were in this mess to begin with.

"Alright then, have fun boys. Get back to me when both those bags are full of the litter that seems to cover this place." Two loud groans could be heard from both boys as soon as Mr Park had gone out of sight.

Jisung and Minho were told to clear the cafeteria of any rubbish, and that was exactly what they were going to do.

They stayed on opposite sides trying to avoid eachother as much as possible. Jisung was clearly mad at the older for getting him in so much trouble. On the other hand Minho was just mad at Jisung because he wanted to be. It was easy being angry, so thats what he chose to feel.

As the time grew longer, the two made their way towards the middle of the cafeteria. It was good because they were almost done. Then again it was also bad as they were going to have to be in close proximity for a while. Every paper picked up was followed by a glare, shared between the two delinquents holding full garbage bags in one hand and a nifty nabber in the other.

Once they were done, Minho let out a sigh of relief as he fastened his pace towards the principle's office. He wanted to be out of that god for saken place as quickly as possible.

They both showed up at the teacher's room looking for a glimpse of the pale man. Once they spotted his short black hair they continued on their path to freedom. Mr Park shooed them away, after seeing they had done what had been asked, without another word.

Both boys didn't even say goodbye as they left the school grounds, dreading coming back the next day.

-

A world full of possibilities, a world full of opportunities, a world full of people, and I'm stuck here with Lee Minho.

I've known him for so long, I don't even remember a time when I wasn't plotting his murder. I used to come to school everyday in sixth grade waiting for one of his infamous pranks. Whether it be as small as tripping me on my way to the front of class or as big as a cloud of flour in my face. Everyday was a mission, a mission to avoid being the victim of Lee Minho. Of course I didn't mind the part where he was kept in for an occasional detention but the bad far outweighed the good.

I planned to never see Minho again after leaving for high school. I hoped I would live a normal high school life, and I was...until we moved to Seoul. It's one thing to go to school with Minho but to be forced into the same class, no, the same ROW as that evil cat? That was a whole new level of no.

"Okay! Let's get started. Today I want to try something a bit different, since I know some of you have trouble paying attention in this class. I'm going to hand out a copy of these papers to each group." At the word group, people immediately looked around, deciding who was to be their members but Mrs Jung had other plans.

"Don't get too excited, I've taken it upon myself to choose your groups." The loud groans and sounds of annoyance only made Mrs Jung smirk, amused by the childish ways of her students.

"On the papers are fifteen different historical events of the Chinese empire. Your job is pretty easy. All you have to do is order them in chronological order." The teacher held out a stack of blue A5 sheets to Minho as she had done with a few other people in other rows. Each paper with a different event written on it.

"This row is a group. Make sure you pay attention to the names, it might give you a clue." Mrs Jung left with a playful wink but Minho was not at all happy. As he looked down the row he saw Jisung. For the most part his group was decent but Jisung made it ten times worst.