You were an average student. You received semi-good grades and your attendance was adequate. You weren’t usually the type of person to intentionally get yourself into trouble for shits and giggles, but there was one person in particular who did – and they knew the exact buttons to press to frustrate you while simultaneously making you want them even more.
Jung Hoseok was in the same year as you, in almost all of the same classes. You met him when you were 12, and now being 18 and in your last year of high school – you could confidently say that you knew Hoseok pretty well.
Back then, Hoseok was a shy and timid child that could barely string together a proper sentence. But now, he had since gained more than enough confidence – acting a little too big for his boots while still being extremely wet behind the ears. To put it simply, Hoseok was the school dick. It’s not that he bullied other students – he was just incredibly rude to them unnecessarily. He roamed the school with his group of friends, casually making students and teachers lives just that little bit more difficult. Whether it was ‘accidently’ tripping someone in the hallway who may have gave him a funny look or causing one of the teachers grief by verbally abusing any authority they tried to have over him – Hoseok knew how to manipulate and control everyone around him.
Everyone except you.
It was the last class on a Friday afternoon, and tonight, everyone in your year was going to what was to be expected as one of the biggest and best house parties of all time – or so everyone was saying. You knew that this party would be filled with drunken idiots playing beer pong and trying to fuck each other’s brains out – as per usual when it came to house parties hosted by anyone in your year. You usually didn’t attend, but seeing as it was the week before summer break, you decided to tag along with your friends for once.
“What are you gonna wear tonight (Y/N)?” your friend Summer whispered from behind you, trying her best not to get caught by the teacher as he continued to write something on the board.
“Just my usual jeans and t-shirt? I’m not getting dressed up just to have some arsehole spill beer over me” you replied, a little too loudly.
“Miss (Y/N) if I catch you talking one more time, you’ll be in detention after school on Monday” your teacher called from the front of the class. You swore the old man had eyes on the back of his head sometimes.
“Damn. (Y/N) getting into trouble? Has the sun rose in the west?” you heard the unmistakable voice of Hoseok coming from your left. You turned your head slightly to look at him before donning a distasteful look and rolling your eyes. Hoseok let out a cackle before throwing his pen at you, but you were one step ahead of his movements. You caught the pen before it could hit your face and threw it back at him.
“OW! Sir! (Y/N) just threw her pen at me, what the fuck?” he screamed, putting his hands up over his nose and pretending like he was in immense pain. Everyone, including the teacher, looked back to observe Hoseok putting on a scene that you were sure could have won him an Oscar.
“He threw it first! I was just giving it back to him but it’s not my fault he can’t catch” you protested in your defence. You could see your teacher completely lose every ounce of patience that he held while Hoseok continued to make it out like he was in pain, trying to stifle his laughter.
“Right! I’ve had enough! (Y/N), Hoseok, both of you will be in detention after school on Monday. I expect to see the two of you in my classroom after your last class finishes – understood?!” your teachers’ infamous forehead vein stood to attention.
“Yes Sir” both you and Hoseok chimed – you rather glumly but he didn’t seem to care as he just sat there baring a shit eating grin at you while all you wanted to do was punch him in his ridiculously good looking, smug face.
