Give You Hell || j.j.k

2. Strippers and Silk Suits

"Do you hate me?"
"Taehyung, what...?" I questioned as he walked with me to the math room where detention was held.
"Do you? I won't be mad if-"
"I don't hate you, Taehyung!" I exclaimed, laughing.
"So we're still friends?"
"When did we become friends...?" I asked, and his face dropped. "No! I mean, I want to be your friend but like, I don't really remember like an official declaration or-"
He blinked. "What kind of weird friend making rituals do you have?" He laughed as he opened the door.
"IS THAT MY PRECIOUS LITTLE ANGEL IN DETENTION?!" Hoseok belted out in the silent room.
"You little slut-bag! Welcome to my whorehouse my fellow stripper!" Jimin yelled out for god knows why.
"What'd you do to ruin the family name this time?" Yoongi dryly asked.
Taehyung blinked then looked at me with wide eyes. "I can see where you get the weird friend habits."
I just walked to the back of the room with my head down as Taehyung followed in amusement.
"Hold up- Why'd you ask if I hated you?" I asked and he looked to the floor.
"I apologized for getting us detention and you just ignored me." He giggled.
"I did?!" I screamed as I grabbed the table. "I did not mean to! Oh, sorry!" I begged for forgiveness.
He just laughed it off as two more kids walked in.
"I'm sure you'll be fine..." One of them tried to soothe.
"No, Seokjin! I'm not gonna get into any college with assisted cheating on my record! Not even community college!" The tall one yelled.
"It'll be okay Namjoon, just take a deep breath..."
"It was your fault, asshole!"
"Why are you three here?" I asked the boys as they zoned out in a fucking circle.
"Skipping." Yoongi answered, not breaking eye contact with the ceiling.
"Fucking loser..." I mumbled as the door opened again and the teacher shushed us.
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Bored. I'm bored. This is boring.
I've doodled about 100 pentagrams on my religion class worksheet when the teacher finally left to turn on the AC. It was humid in the room, which was odd, but I took the opportunity to draw more pentagrams like a psychopath.
When the door slammed open again, I didn't bother to look up until an unfamiliar voice yelled. A dude around our age in a silk red suit bursted through the door, and in the most bothered sounding voice yelled,
"My god! What do you want?!"
"What..?" Yoongi asked as he stood there, furious.
"Who the hell tried to summon me 742 times?!"