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Yoongi was absolutely done with life. He'd gone through some nonsense in his life, but this takes the cake. The day had gone suspiciously well. The moment he noticed not even an ounce of dismay in his day, he knew something was going to happen.

He thought nothing of it. He would try to enjoy the day. It was the last day of the holidays and he wrapped up his due performances. He got a huge applause from the crowd at a huge party, got acquainted to a few people and saved a girl from bleeding to death.

He was feeling good about himself when the girl thanked him.

The most surprising thing was that - dare one say - he slept!

Overall, he wanted to enjoy the day. Unfortunately, he couldn't with the suspicions he had.

Now that he was in the situation he was in... it was clear.

He should've enjoyed it while it lasted.

What he got himself into was just that horrifying. He wouldn't even shout out loud: "I knew it!"

He wouldn't either way.

It was an effort - period.

"How did my life come to this?" He asked as he stared at the sky in complete and utter dismay. He stared at the sky as if it were the last day and he had to write a letter to just one person he loved. Or was that too exaggerating?

In conclusion, the day sucked in the end. 

As it always did.

And as if God answered, he heard his friend speak, "You can't complain at this point."

Yoongi rolled his eyes with a bitter expression. His out-grown hair swayed when he turned his head to look at the man who made that remarkable comment.

The man pursed his lips, trying to hold back laughter at the sight.

At that, Min Yoongi only looked at him nonchalantly. That was a sign on its own to say: "I will get you back for this."

The man lifted his hands in defense. "Stop looking at me like that!" He exclaimed. "I really can't take you seriously. If you glare like that, all serious, I won't be able to stop myself!"

"Just give me the files already. Who are the suspects?" There was a small hint of impatience in his voice. Albeit, he done well to suppress most of his emotions.

He was solemn, but the man next to him couldn't stop smiling. It was clear he was enjoying this.

Of course he was.

He was the one who got him into this mess. You'd think he would feel the slightest bit of guilt.

"Hey! Yoo Ki-hyun! Pay attention!"

He cleared his throat. "Right, right. I can't help it. Anyway," he gave Yoongi a file, "this has six profiles. They are all male and all attend the same class. Some are close to your age group."

"How convenient," Yoongi sarcastically commented, while flipping through each profile. The six boys' faces was briefly seen. He looked out of the car-window, noticing they were in front of the school's entrance.

"The place is mostly filled with wealthy teenagers, but one of the suspects in the profile seems to solely rely on his grades to remain in this prestigious school," Ki-hyun explained, paging through to show the picture. He pointed at the boy: "Kim Namjoon."

"Why is he a suspect?" Yoongi inquired, "Is there something special about him?"

"We'll discuss that later. It seems that we are here."

Yoongi felt a headache crawling its way through and desperately tried to make him feel even more worse than he already felt. He sighed once again. "Right, I'll leave then. Let's get this over with," he mumbled under his breath.

Everyone was probably already in class. Yoongi noticed how he was one of the few who was still outside. Effortlessly, he opened the door and slammed it closed as if that would help vent his frustration.

As he stood there, it was clear that he was wearing a skirt. His out-grown hair made him seem even more feminine and added effect to the look. He could easily be mistaken for a girl in the school uniform, which was the whole point of his new look.

Stupid undercover mission! Stupid bet!

His inner self wasn't particularly fuming with anger, rather done with life itself. That was the true beauty of having to deal with a whole boat-load of nonsense. You were able to tolerate it at one point in time.

Yoongi was completely broken yet still able to carry himself up.

He took a moment to briefly sort through his thoughts.

One would think: How did he get into this mess? If you asked Yoongi how it all started, he'd say it was a long story and he'd rather not talk about.

Where would he start anyway?

Maybe when his 'good' day officially became a bad one? When he got involved with an agency that his friend - Ki-hyun - was working for? Or maybe when he saved that girl only to be one of their suspects?

He stepped forward, shaking off the thoughts. Instead of feeling solid ground when he done so, the center of his shoe made contact with something squishy. He lifted his foot to see dirty-pink stuck to his shoe. He lifted his head back and let out a frustrated breath. "Of course. How wonderful. Dare I jinx it and say that it can't get any worse. I'm sure it will," he mumbled the whole way through trying to get the gum off.

Just as he finished his sentence, he wondered if he was a fortuneteller. 

Yoongi heard a raucous behind him and soon after, something collided with him.

He hit the ground on one knee thanks to keeping his balance.

That was definitely a boy, wasn't it?

"Sorry!" A male's voice was heard. That proved that Yoongi was right, yet again!

Oh, N to the O! This isn't going to be one of those cliché scenes where the girl literally falls because of the boy!

He got up immediately after, because he definitely didn't want to interact with anybody.

Of course, nobody wanted it his way. He ended up hearing the boy's rushing footsteps after him. "Excuse me!" The boy called. Yoongi detected worry in the boy's voice.

He shook his head and sighed. In conjunction with all these chains of events, Yoongi realized that he would have to talk to these rich people sooner or later.

Why not start right now? I've got nothing to lose.

"Yes?" He turned around, trying to make his voice match up with his look. He didn't do much, because he didn't have much of a deep voice.

Ki-hyun said there was a device that could help him with that. Unfortunately, it couldn't be delivered today, so he had to deal with it for now.

When Yoongi turned around, he saw the boy confused.

He faked a cough. "The cold isn't the best when your voice sounds like this," he explained confidently despite his inner thoughts - cursing everything in existence.

"Oh, right! Sorry about earlier, I hope I didn't hurt you," his eyes scanned Yoongi for any sign of injuries, "I didn't right?"

Yoongi held back a glare.

Boy, what are looking at!?

Trying to take his role seriously, Yoongi forced a smile. Instead of a friendly smile, he ended up with tight lips that formed into a straight line. "No, I'm fine."

"Oh, what a relief."

He definitely looked relieved as he said he was. The blond boy chuckled nervously. "I'm really sorry about that. In return for that whole mess, how about I show you to your class," he said, making Yoongi raise an eyebrow.

"How do you know I'm new here?" He asked, skeptical.

"Oh, right! I must've seemed like a stalker just now."

"You did," Yoongi said without thinking. Even at his slip up, he didn't look the least bit regretful.

The boy's eyes widened.

She's blunt.

"Well," he seemed nervous after Yoongi's comment, "I was told about a transfer student since I'm the class representative. I saw a picture as well."

The boy paused and was unsure of his next words. "You are Min Yoon Ji, right?" He inquired.

Min Yoon Ji nodded, mentally rolling his eyes at the name they picked out for him.

"And you are? Should I call you 'Class Rep'?"

He laughed. "No, no. That's fine. I'm Park Jimin."