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[warning: itz huge. i mean this chapter]

Yeonjun came back to the classroom when the third session of the day had been over. Thank goodness, the subject teacher for the next class, Mr. Han was always a late comer. Yeonjun walked through the entrance and immediately his eyes made their way towards Beomgyu's worried and restless ones.

They exchanged small smiles, but those faded away soon as one of the girl from the mean girls' gang screamed out loud for the whole class to listen, "Look, the thief's back!" while throwing mimicking twitched glares at Yeonjun with her side eye.

A loud wave of laughter blew over the classroom. Most of the students started blaming and mocking the poor boy for something he wasn't even responsible for.

And Yeonjun didn't even try to protest. With dull expressions and lips tight on top of each other, he hung his head low and started walking over to his seat beside Beomgyu.

But, Beomgyu was still present there and he wouldn't let someone lay a single finger on his Yeonjun. "Didn't y'all got some better things to do?! Fuck off, assholes! Stop bitchin' AROUND AND FOCUS ON YOUR DAMN STUDIES!!" Rage took over him as he raised his voice, head pounding and eyes sparkling in severe hatred.

"Beom, leave it.." It was Yeonjun's mere request but Beomgyu waved that off with a swift snarl.

"Never! Why should you be blamed for something that you didn't even do! Listen bitches, he fucking didn't do a shit! He handed the exact amount to Jimin-" Beomgyu threw a sharp finger at the mentioned girl, his eyes radiating hatred. "And she did the nasty thing!"

All the eyes fiercely shot at Jimin's way. "He's- he's lying!" She exaggerated the exclamation, arms crossing defensively over her body as if she'd been a delicate piece of feather and Beomgyu was stomping on her poor fragile figure.

But her trembling tone spoke otherwise. None of the students frankly liked Jimin, and despite Beomgyu being an asshole, they had trust on him much more than that wicked bitch.

"Silence!" A deep voice demanded, and even the buzzy murmurs fell out recognizing the owner ot that, their short-tempered teacher Mr. Han. "Choi Yeonjun, Kang Jimin! The principal's office right now!" Beomgyu saw fright taking over Jimin's orbs as the teacher commanded. "And Choi Beomgyu, detention for one hour!"

"But sir-" The mentioned walnut-head tried protesting, in an attempt to doing which he even missed shooting Yeonjun a thumbs up.

"One hour and a half!" Mr. Han yelled through the pin drop silence.

Beomgyu fisted his hands tight, nails digging on his skin and leaving red marks. He had to keep his mouth shut, or the time limit would just keep increasing.

His head felt like exploding with concern and pressure.

This Yeonjun's really got a way of driving me crazy.

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"May we come in?" Yeonjun sucked in a long gush of wind before knocking on the principal's office.

"You may."

Jimin slowly pushed the door, making a way for both of them to get inside. Their eyes immediately fell on the middle-aged principal of the high school, and their Biology teacher Mr. Jung sitting across his documents and stationaries filled table.

Their principle, Mr. Smith flashed them a smile, not a gentle one, but a dangerous and warning one. His blue eyes were darkened, despite his always chill and friendly behaviour.