"Oh my god Yoongi just look at this lovely picture of my lil Yunki do you know how cute it meows?!?!"

Nothing more than a simple nod is received from the said male as Jimin continuously shoves his phone in the other's face. The full bright screen displaying pictures after pictures of a small white feline. You could say the redhead became overly excited after receiving a new pet as a gift.

So much that he wouldn't stop talking about it since morning. An already exhausted Yoongi had no option other than to listen to the tales of what unforgettable memories their bond made just within a span of two days. But above all, he felt more than relieved when Jimin had cheerfully accepted the cat without any hesitation.

Yoongi wasn't even going to ask why he named it Yunki in the first place.

Gosh..he must really like him. For someone with such high living standards like Jimin, would surely not want to take in a random stray animal as pet. But seeing how whipped the younger can be, Yoongi knew boi ain't gonna refuse. And so was true. What else could make Jimin happier than receiving a gift from Yoongi?? A cute kitten as pet?? A pet that resembles Min Yoongi?? While Yoongi himself presented it to him in a beautiful wrap-covered straw basket??

Yep. And Yoongi thought himself to be the thankful one.

Jimin is a genuinely nice human. Yoongi likes him and his personality. But the older can't help getting annoyed whenever the younger starts being too clingy. Like now,

All the teachers just finished a meeting. They are collecting up their documents and preparing to proceed to their respective classes they need to teach. Yes. Both Yoongi and Jimin don't have any classes this period but that doesn't mean they, at least the older would be free.

"This one! This one! I took this one after cleaning it's poop yesterday."

"Ughh..okay. Don't you have servants to clean up?"

Yoongi replies in a half-tired, half-disgusted tone while getting up from the chair now that he had collected all his material. He is surely not very interested but Jimin can be just so random..

"Ahh I could let them, but it's..I want to raise my Yunki myself. Cherish every moment with it."

As if an overly dramatic tone isn't enough, the redhead shoots a wink too right at the older who stood right beside him. What is he trying to suggest? Maybe not.

"And do y-"

"Let's talk later Jimin. I'm going to my office."

"Hmm..you got to do something?"

"Not really. But I'm quite tired."

There are still some teachers present in the room. Yoongi looks up from the file folder in his hands, seeing Jimin stare at him with a confused face.

"I didn't sleep at all last night."

He clarifies before the younger could open his mouth to question. But Jimin's face instead becomes more puzzled at the answer.

"Why though?"

"Hoseok threw a party. I couldn't say no."

"WHAT?!?" Jimin's exclaimed yell draws a few looks of attention by nearby people, who soon look away as the redhead lowers his voice.
"Why didn't you guys invite me huh?"

"It was like a get together with some old friends. Not everyone could come."

The pale teacher shrugs as if said the most obvious thing ever. And Jimin decided to keep his mouth rather shut since the heavy eyebags under Yoongi's eyes are clearly visible. This is also explains why older has been constantly rubbing his eyes, looking drowsy and worn-out out all day.

"Uhh..then why don't you go rest on the infirmary bed? I could give you the day off if you'd have told me before!!"

Jimin replies after a while, understanding the older's situation. Him being the nice little school owner he is, would definitely not have any problem with Yoongi sleeping around in his school.

"I guess...no, I think uhh I can manage it off don't worry."

"Well, oaky then. Yoongi you should take proper of yourself. Not that I'm gonna deduct the salary or anything.~"

The older nods awkwardly. His hands picking up a pen from the desk and feet preparing to leave. After taking few steps, he notices Jimin still walking along him. A questioning 'what' expression forms on his face as he glances at the younger, an eyebrow raised up.

"Nothing. Just thought to walk you off."

"No Thank you? You can go coo at the pictures of your lovely Yunki."

Yoongi sweetly presses his lips into a tight forced smile, his eyes closed into a crescent, making Jimin pull off a bored pout.
Overacting.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

"Look what I got four eyes!!"

The excitement filled voice snaps Taehyung's head towards itself. The said boy turning his gaze from a lunchbox towards the brunette who now stands in front of his desk. With a grin plastered face.

Not letting Taehyung utter a word, the other boy brings his hands from behind his back, only to wiggle and showcase the object he has been hiding.

"A video game console?? But why?" The older knits his brows together, a finger rising up to rub his temple, "Aren't those not allowed in the campus?"

Jungkook's grin falters.

Oh.

Oh right. I shouldn't forget he still is Jeon Jungkook. Who doesn't consider any rules.

Nodding to himself, Taehyung does realize he can't expect much from the younger.
Yet.

"And here I assumed you'll want to play." The console gets settled down on the desk next to Taehyung's. Followed by the seat owner himself on its chair. His school bag already in presence there. "You better not go around trying to report me I swear... " Jungkook blankly talks, starting the game. "I could let you try it. Ya know this shit's imported??!"

The last parts is mumbled along with a challenging glance shooting right at Taehyung. Which does spark a light of interest in him. He peeks over to see the screen of the game. The food in his mouth being chewed slowly.

Taehyung has something many questions arising in his mind like s tsunami. He wants to ask how Jungkook produced the console out of nowhere, when he is pretty sure the younger didn't have it for the initial part of the day. But his curiosity revolving more around the game.
Yes, he likes video games.

Either way, he brings himself to rather ask, "You're not eating?" Pretty caring of him. Probably a random question to continue the conversation.

"Nah I'm just coming from the cafeteria."

Jungkook is surely a cook eater. Taehyung assumes. Since it's been s mere of five minutes the lunch break started and this rich brat is done! Nevertheless Taehyung has a whole lot of food to finish off.

The two stay in their classroom with Taehyung munching while giving his attention to the game as Jungkook plays it along with a constant talk of describing it's features, gameplay, levels etc. One could say he is showing off but Taehyung knows better. The younger is being nothing but friendly.

"Wanna try?"
Jungkook suddenly squeaks out when Taehyung is midway into biting his sandwich. Keeping the rest if it down, he takes a good look at his partner's bunny-like face. Gleaming bright eyes and little grin etching on the lips. Jungkook's small happiness over clearing the levels and winning becomes more than evident.

This is Jeon Jungkook huh? Getting pleased with a simple or maybe not so simple game console like a young child who just got the toy of his dreams.

"You don't??"

Taehyung slips out of his thoughts at the second time this question is put up. Jungkook now looking directly at the teacher's pet, or so he likes to call him.

"No I do!"

The corners of Jungkook's smile spread wider as he hands over the console to Taehyung. A "who's?" immediately leaving the older's mouth. But not before he stuffed his cheeks with all of the leftover sandwich.

"Thwis ish sho coorllh!!"

"I know right??? You're lucky I'm letting you try it."

Ah there he goes again! Acting all edgy but Taehyung could care less. He is near amazed since he hadn't seen a console like that before.

"Where did you get it from..I mean, you didn't have it for the earlier part of day ?"

He sips some water and puts his lunchbox back into his bag to finally start playing the damned game. Taehyung understood most of its concept from observing Jungkook.

"I gave it to Yug-...Uhh Yugyeom, Kim Yugyeom of 3-B in the morning, was nudging too much heh. It was given to me by my brother though. Two days ago. He normally doesn't buy me gifts often so like, this one's special?!"

"Ahh didn't know you had a brother ??"

Two minutes into the game and Taehyung is already slaying it like a pro. Multitasking as he communicates with Jungkook at the same time not moving his eyes or concentration.

Although not as good as Jungkook.

"Yup! An older brother...there are high chances of you knowing him."

Jungkook rests his hands behind his head. Letting his body lean back at the chair. His doey eyeballs peek at the game's screen from side.

"What do you mean?? Have we met before?" Concerned brows knitting together as it's getting hard and harder overtime Taehyung manages to speak without diverting his focus. And by 'it', I meant the game, not anything else okay? :3

Jungkook's next reply clicks in the older's memory. But he can't figure out what.

"Oh yeah he's fAmOuS yA kNoW? Pretty much, a lot by now. This year's new drama gave him a huge rise to his career and popularity. He wasn't that known before. But I bet all the teenage girls must be crushing hard over him at this point haha."

Jungkook looks so cute talking about his brother with pride.

Taehyung tries to listen keenly and not miss a single detail, struggling with the game.
Is he who.. I think he is? But who am I thinking about?

"Say more. What's his name ?"

"Hmm... should u tell yoooouuuuu oooorrrrrr should I noooot ?" Jungkook teases his voice to entice impatience in the older.

Which Taehyung does, almost dodged death twice and it's the third time on the risk. He tries his best to not make any unnecessary movements. A bead if sweat trickles down his forehead, him not allowing it to disturb his composure. But he just HAD to ask Jungkook more.

The younger must have noticed, for he moves closer to Taehyung, pathetically smiling at his partner's losing strategy in the game.

And he was playing like a pro just moments ago. LMAO!

"Your brother is an actor right? Tell me his name, namae wa."

"Okaayyy but not many people here know about it don't go around yelling about it."

Taehyung's neck bends down and back up in a nod. His fine eyebrows about twitching and pupils expanding and contracting. "Please! Not now... I don't want to yet. Please." He mumbles under his breath like a chant, hands slightly trembling along as well.

"But don't insist me on letting you see him or something, okei ?"

"I mean, my younger sister obsesses over a lot of idols and actors. She might be his fangirl too. If she is, a simple autograph wouldn't hurt, would it?"
Taehyung replies, his voice tense.

"Yeah? You care about your sis huh. Good boy, good boy."

Jungkook... Taehyung may be the Teacher's pet, a friendly one but that doesn't mean you gotta treat him like a dog now. ●︿●

The younger leans back once again on the backrest of his chair after hearing a series of 'shit' from his partner, not shocked because he knows Taehyung ain't no saint.

He brings up the left hand to scratch his temple, lazily speaking, "Lead male actor of the famous drama, 'Forced To Love', Kim Seokjin."

"KIM SEOKJIN??"

-GAME OVER-

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Funny how Yoongi thought it would be easy for him to stay still dived in documents when he is nearly at the condition of falling asleep at the blink of an eye.

Last night was so fucking tiresome- Jimin said right. He should've taken the day off.

Where Yoongi could be laying with absolute tranquil in the comfort of his bed, he finds himself nearly dozing off every minute, only to be jolted by sounds of a soccer match being played outside in the ground.

Yoongi turns his rotating chair to an angle of about 90°, getting a distant view of the kids playing, through the window in side (now front). He can easily recognize the students are of his class.

Yawning a bit, he snaps two fingers in front of his mouth, messily rubbing eyes with his other hand.
Should I get myself a cup of coffee?

As he leaves the seat, his sharp eyes instinctively observe the surroundings. Empty room, void of humans except him, papers scattered over the elite hardwoord desk. Windows, curtains, shelves -all on their places.
Wow he really wishes to be at home now.

The pale teacher makes his way towards the door, out in one long step. With intentions of going to the cafeteria for some hella strong coffee, that could drive away some of his increasing sleepiness. Yoongi could wash his face, but apparently the man isn't very fond of cold water, or water in general. Like me :)

He continuously keeps rubbing his eyes every now and then while strolling through the corridors. His body sighing in relief as he finally reached the cafeteria. Pleasureable aroma of fresh eatables entering his nostrils. Before he knows, a weak smile forms on his lips. He might be a bit hungry too.

There aren't many people here, good for him good for him. But hang good for long when his steps get interrupted in the way by a loud firm voice.

"Teacher Min?"

"Huh- Oh! Kim Heechul-ssi? Good morning!"
Yoongi awkwardly replies to a neat man standing near one of the tables, dressed as formally as ever.

"Goodmorning...hmm what brought you here- I mean I don't see you by the cafeteria very often?"

"Aah..I was just passing by and decided to take a look." Yoongi lies. He doesn't know why, he just does. Most probably embarrassed from how unpresentable he looks. Messy disheveled hair, eyes looking drowsy and tired, his whole face so worn out. Fuck the lame posture he is standing in.

It was just one shot....I didn't drink anymore after a SINGLE one-shot. Should be completely sober right?"

Yes he is, but sleep deprived.

The Principal approaches Yoongi closer with an unreadable look. He smiles.

"Oh I see, great timing though! Teacher Min could you do me a favor? It's not very urgent but important."

As much as Yoongi wanted to deny, he ends up mumbling yes. Can't help it. Really.

"Could you get former student report files from the old storage room? The one that is in the old part of this building. Bring them to my office please. The sooner the better. Thank you."

The conversation ends quicker than expected. And Kim Heechul is gone in a hurry.

Yoongi wonders if saying no would have offended the Principal. He doesn't seem that grumpy of a person but who knows? Yoongi won't wanna take chances.

Yet again the pale teacher finds himself on the path to the fucking old building portion (which is separate from the main). He had been there before while exploring this school and the place is damn ghosted. All corridors and class always empty, such a pin-drop silence, you could hear your own heartbeat. There isn't much source of light either, since the windows are closed, not allowing much sunlight to enter and obviously all the power switches turned off, the supply still present nonetheless.

At some time, it could be a place for naughty kids to hang out and skip classes since no one really visits here often (or do they?). But the kids would rather spend time on rooftop or school backside then the lonely dark, unilluminated, confisticated, suffocated, eerie hell of a place which wasn't even cleaned very frequently, maybe.

As for the storage room, Yoongi'll see about it.

Instead of searching for the switches, he lets the dim translucent sunlight guide him through the old corridors. His steady footsteps being the loudest sound present. It did take some time to figure out the door of the storage room but thank God, they are labelled accordingly. So he could see it at the end of the third hallway. Quite deep into the building.

The door looks like s very normal one to Yoongi. It surprisingly wasn't covered in dust as he expected.
So people regularly come here I guess probably for cleaning and inspection.

He unlocks it, pushing it to open with a slight creak sound. Quite dark in there, only a little amount of light is seeping through a high but small ventilator at the top edge of the opposite wall. From the color of the light, Yoongi can tell the sky must be getting cloudy.

He saw it in the weather earlier morning. That it would be a heavy cloudy day by afternoon, rain less of s possibility though.

But okay the storage room is a bit big. Filled by random large and small objects, lockers, cardboard boxes, even few desks, shelves full of documents and all sorts of stuff you can imagine.

He clicks the button of a switch outside the room to turn on the light. It doesn't. He tries again yet no, not even a flicker.

Yoongi could assume the power supply to be cut if hadn't tried clicking the other button. The ceiling fan starts rotating.

It's the light that's defused...Great!

A bright white shiny flash pierces through the thick layers of darkness, lowly enlightening various objects placed there. His phone's flashlight is the only thing Yoongi can depend on, for now.

He closes the door and steps in. Confused as the amount of files kept on shelves, lockers etc. in the room is insane. That damned Principal wasn't even specific where those particular files could be found.

Now how is Yoongi supposed to look for them among everything dumped as in a garage truck. It's like a needle lost in a bunch of hay.

The drowsiness not making it any better.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•

"FUCK!!!!"

"Wait-again?!?"

"Who is it this time ?"

"You're all full of shit."

"What happened? Why y'all
barking??"

"Noooooo whyyyyyyy?"

"You guys are the worst!!!"

"I didn't do it bitch-"

"SHUT UP!!!"

Loud cursing and growls erupted from the soccer field. Or particularly from a group of boys who had gathered together now. The ones who were peacefully playing not long ago.

One of them steps forward glaring at the soccer ball in his hands. Presumably the captain of one of the teams. He sighs.

"Seventh time this month....which one of you did it?"
It's him again, right?

The boys shoot frustrated stares at each others, all displaying suspicion and annoyance and a 'not me' expression.

"It was Jungkook."

A small voice voice squeaks out, almost inaudible.

"No I-"

"Yeah! He was the one who kicked it, I saw him."

"Me too saw him."

"Jungkook's fault."

"Wasn't it him last time too?"

"Okay, yeah fuck..it was me. What now huh??"

"Fourth time coming from you Mr. Wannabe Hulk!"

The boy holding the ball speaks, hid voice calm yet threatening. He places the punctured ball in front of Jungkook who scoffs in return.

"So?? Your point? Yes I burst it again. What you gonna do about it now? Things like this are bound to happen when we're playin."

"You do remember right this was our last warning? But why did you have to kick it that hard?"
Another voice from the group if boys groans. Going immediately quiet as Jungkook glares daggers at his direction.

Making the captain boy grit his teeth, suppressing the urge to curse.

"Why is it always us to go and apologize when you are the one at fault?"

Jungkook shrugs as to mock.

"We can't sit idle rest of the period. You go and bring a new one, whatever it takes."

If it were any other day, Jungkook might be ready to fight the confidence outta him. Not today. He has been in such s good mood and doesn't want to ruin it on these lil fuckers.

"Ughh fiiiineee. Don't come looking for me if I don't return soon."

"Are you going to the sports equipments incharge ?"

"I'm going wherever cowards."

By no means is the brunette volunteering to deal with that bullshit incharge. He isn't afraid, it's an unreasonable dislike.

Jungkook had planned to slip away like a snake and leave the dumb boys hanging. He has his video game to spend time on afterall.

After picking up his video game, he decided to spend the rest of the time on the rooftop making new scores. But after giving some thought, he realises the lil fuckers would fuss over again in the next soccer game.

Sighing, An idea pops in his mind. There is a certain places where lots of sports equipments are kept together. From badminton rackets to ping pong balls. There just have to be the soccer balls too! He can just go and get it from there, no botherance in having to ask anyone. But what is that place?

The old storage room.

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Hello guys....I know it's been so so long and I'm really sorry for not updating. I'll be honest, I got quite distracted and shit with school and social media. I have frequent exams too and I'm trying to study. Can't promise anything but I'll try to give at least two-three more updates this month. My schedule has got busy these days so I'm just trying to balance it all.

Once again, I'm very sorry for leaving everyone hanging and thank you everyone who is still reading this book 💜💜💜

It really means a lot like HOLY FUCKING SHIT THIS BOOK GOT 88K READS?????? IM STILL SURPRISED.

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