Switch the Rewritten || taekook (ON HOLD)

4. Godforsaken Words

Jungkook

I stepped into the quiet classroom with the door slamming behind me. Multiple pairs of eyes stuck to me, causing my nerves to stir up in annoyance. My hair was still soaked wet, and my face was most likely padded with blush for I sprinted to class like a mad man.

I put my freezing palms in my pant's pockets, it was worn out and I doubted the clothes were washed since I got them from the lost and found.

A sudden voice distinguished the silence in the room. "Jeon, care to explain why you're thirty minutes late to my class?"

"I apologize," I bowed. "I couldn't find my gym bag."

My English teacher, Mrs. Jung, ruined English class for me and several other students (if not all). I loved writing, learning a foreign language gave me exhilaration; however this one woman always chose to make the class an utter hellhole.

My grades were well above average, it really was just her.

"You couldn't find your gym bag? How irresponsible."

"But I—"

"—Do not come up with more excuses, Jeon. Take a seat, I believe you'll be having detention."

"Detention? It wasn't my—"

"—Jeon, don't make me give you an extra hour."

I internally cursed her out as I walked to my desk, dropping my backpack down without a certain gym bag of mine.

What a fucking bitch.

• • •

"You wanna grab some food before I drop you off?" Jimin asked as he and I walked through the hallway.

I sighed. "I can't today, unfortunately. I have detention."

"Detention? The fuck? Last time you got detention was literally in your freshman year because you got caught shaking the vending machine."

"My banana milk was stuck! I paid a good two dollars for it! No shit I was gonna shake it," I pouted at the memory from three years ago.

"Why do you even have detention? It's not like you're a bad student."

"You know how Mrs. Jung is, always with her mood swings," I bitterly spoke about the rotten minded teacher. "I came late to class for the first time, it's an inconvenient reason."

"Yeah, I swear she's like on her period every day, who yells at someone who accidentally drops their pencil?" Jimin laughed at his rhetorical question. "What time does your detention end?"

"Six o' clock," I answered the elder's question.

"Six? Well shit I can't pick you up Jungkookie, I have dance practice." Jimin sighed with an apologetic look, "Sorry."

"It's alright Jiminie, my mom should be back from work by then, find out I'm missing and come to the school to pick me up."

"If you say so," the blonde hummed before we waved. "See you, bye."

I returned the gesture before making my way to the classroom which held detention.

As I took long and dreadful steps, my mind wandered to how this would've played out if my gym bag never disappeared. Maybe I'd get some food with Jimin hyung, I would've made him buy five bottles of banana milk.

I chuckled to myself, maybe if the gym bag was still here I wouldn't be walking to detention, perhaps Mrs. Jung wouldn't have brought everyone's attention to me.