"You're such a clutz, yoon." (y/n) grinned teasingly, eyes holding a well too known spark yoongi liked to call 'the evil mastermind'.

"Shut up." yoongi shoved her playfully. He pouted but smiled afterwards.
"That boy is at fault."

"Keep telling yourself that, yoon." (y/n) rolled her eyes knowingly. Crossing her arms she leaned towards his face, a smirk growing.
"You're pretty bossy for someone with such a tiny body."

yoongi looked away, softly biting his lip.
He glanced at her and blushed, "You're too close, idiot! Dumbass! Stupid!"
The blue haired boy chanted, not looking at her.

"Am I really an idiot, yoongi." The sad tone made him stop, looking at his friend. (y/n) seemed very down. Her head was downcast, looking at her feet. Her lips were formed into a thin line.
"So? Am I?"

Immediately shaking his head, he lifted his hands in the air, frantically moving them as if to deny her assumptions.
"No, no, no! I was just being an ass! You're smart! Like very smart! Intelligent even. P-Please don't be m-mad at me..." His voice cracked, eyes watering walking forward to the female.

(y/n) looked up, the same smirk returning.
"Gotcha."

"Ha?" yoongi letted out an anime exclaim, blank look on.
"Dumbass! I got scared, why did you do this to me?!" yoongi shouted, willingly hugging the girl. He still continued to chant insults though.

(y/n) bit her to stop her laughs, "What happened to your space, mister?"

"Tch." yoongi scoffed, flicking the taller on the forehead.
"Next time, know better idiot."

(y/n) slumped her shoulders with a sigh, shacking her head.
"He's so hard to understand sometimes, seriously."

"Come on (n/n), lunch is almost over!" He scolded, hinting for the girl to get to her class.

The (h/c) girl nodded her head, even though the boy couldn't see it. The girl frowned while walking to class, dreading every moment of it.
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jungkook watched the teacher explaining, but he tuned out everything. "Pretty noona."

The boy smiled at the thought of his senior at the vending machine.

"Is there something you want to say jungkook?" His teacher asked tauntingly, tilting her head.

"Not really." jungkook shook his head, face immediately twisting into a bored one. He started playing with his tie, mind blank.

A knock on the door was all it took for everyone to snap their attention there.

"Come in!" The teacher called out, the door opener and walked in jungkook's pretty noona.

"Sorry for interrupting, our homeroom asked me to bring those in. She said they will help with math, there are formulas inside as well." (y/n) smiled at Mrs.Kim, handing the box.

"Thank you, dear." Mrs.Kim took the box and putted it down, so it could be used later.

(y/n) left the room but not before smiling at the youngers, even the girls melted.

"Let's continue, class."

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"This is bullshit." namjoon hit the desk. Council president or not, he knew he was in a club he didn't even want to be in. The students from his class and the other second years had to vote for the vice president, that in their third year will become the official president.

"Are you ok?" A small hand tapped the male's shoulder. namjoon looked at the short boy. He was fairly cute, big cheeks with muscular arms.

"No, not at all. What year are you?" namjoon asked seriously, eyes coldly piercing the short boy's orbs.

"I'm a second year." jimin shivered at the males' stare.

"Who did you vote for?"

"For you, kim namjoon. You'll be a great president."