04| the 7 is for bangtan

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"Well, is this what you call fate?" You looked up from your textbook and came face to face with the one and only Leader of Narcissism aka Kim Taehyung. He had a teasing smile on his face and you swore to god that you wouldn't hesitate the slightest to shave off his perfect eyebrows if he messed with you.

"No dumbass, it's called a coincidence." You deadpanned making Azalea snort. He sighed when suddenly an arm was draped around his shoulders causing you to look at the intruder to find it out to be your Chemistry Partner. He had a somewhat displeased expression etched onto his features while looking at you so you made sure to press your lips in a thin line and toss him back that same look.

"What are you doing here wasting your time Taehyung?" Jungkook voiced while still looking your way. The latter stepped away from him and threw him a agitated look. "You brat, I'm older than you!" Jungkook rolled his eyes at the statement. "Fine, hyung." Taehyung grabbed him by his ear, twisting it which made him yelp in pain.

You snorted at the scene playing infront of you making Jungkook whip his eyes and glare at you meanwhile you just stuck your tongue out at him infuriating him even more. After Taehyung pulled away his hand from the latter's his ear saying a better, he again turned towards you but Jungkook grabbed him by his collar and dawdled him to the other end of the classroom where your brother was talking to some other classmates.

You and Azalea couldn't stop giggling while looking at them. You saw Jungkook practically whining to Yoongi pointing his finger at Taehyung while your brother just gave them a bored look. To say that you were surprised at Jungkook's abrupt change in demeanour would be an underemphasis.

The sound of another bell chimed in the background declaring the start of the said period. You saw Yoongi walk out of the class to head to his own but not before spotting you and nodding lightly in your direction. Students hurried here and there in hopes to find a seat before the teacher walks in. You saw Taehyung and Jungkook sitting at the far end corner of the last row. As if on cue, the sound of heels clicking against the floor was heard followed by a lady in her mid thirties making an entry. She was fit, not slim nor fat but just the right amount of flesh. You personally hated female teachers because of your bad history with them but looking at this particular one you can say she'll let you survive in this university without creating any obstacles.

"Good morning students, I'm your English teacher, Lee Miso." She gave everyone a warm friendly smile making all the students bow to her in acknowledgement. "So students, today I'm going to test your minds by sonnet one of Shakespeare's many sonnets. I'll read it out first and then ask questions related to it."

You smirked. You've always admired the peoms and sonnets by Shakespeare and wouldn't be surprised if you answered all the questions related to them because you had made sure to engrave almost half of the famous sonnets into your brain which also included sonnet one. "Before that, is there anyone who would like to read out the particular sonnet?"

Before you could raise your hand, you heard a loud me boom in the air causing you to turn your head towards the source to see none other than him raising his hand with a proud look on his face.

"Well, who do we have here. The topper of the previous academic year, Jeon Jungkook." The teacher let out with a bright smile on her face. You sank down on your seat but were still determined. "Go ahead Jeon, start." He nodded.

'From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And tender churl mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.'

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