KIM NAMJOON'S POV

"You're there?"

I almost fell on my back, hearing the sudden voice as soon as I had entered the office, but, thankfully, it was only Yoongi.

"How did you get inside?" I gasped fixing my glasses as he came inside and comfortably took a seat on the chair in front of my desk.

"Your clumsy ass forgot to lock the door, again."

"Oh." I checked the door to make sure of his statement. "You're right."

"Hmph." He crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm only here to see you. Can't believe you became a professor!"

"Correction, I'm only here on someone's behalf and take your legs off the table! This is not mine!"

I pushed off his skeletal legs, clothed under baggy jeans from professor Cha's table. Taking a seat on the opposite direction, I took a closer look at him.

"What's with the mint colored hair? I swear I saw it blue two days ago."

"Why? You don't like it?" He shook his head making his colored hair dance in the air.

"No, it even goes with your name. Maybe I'll call you Mint Yoongi from now on."

However, Yoongi's face was blank since he surely didn't like the joke. "Shut up before I shove your literature up your ass."

"Alright. Mind your language," I chided, even though, I knew he never would.

"Don't boss me around. I'm on my final year." He crossed his arms over his chest and lazily rested his back against the chair, almost as if he was preparing to go to sleep.

"Wanna eat lunch together at the cafeteria?" He then suddenly said with his eyes still closed.

"Yeah. Let me just finish reporting to professor." I quickly pulled out my laptop from the drawer underneath the desk, and started working the email I was going to send professor Cha about today's class.

"You still rap underground?" I asked Yoongi, albeit I wasn't sure if he was actually awake there.

"Wanna go this week? Like our old times?" He said in his raspy voice.

I bit the inside of my cheeks, my fingers resting over the keyboard. "I'd like to but now I'm—"

"What? Because now you're in the education system? I'm a student too. So what, you're a teacher?"

"I know. It's complicated. I'm liking this profession but I miss being before the crowd too."

It stayed silent for a while, until, Yoongi spoke again.

"So what are you going to do after you're done here? The professor comes back in three weeks right?"

Yoongi was in the music department here but it seemed like he had knowledge about other departments too.

"I don't know. I'd probably go back to Ilsan and start working on my thesis. Already sent the subject to Philadelphia university in America and they seemed to be interested."

"Whatever you want dude, but what's with your dress code these days? My god, why are you grinning to yourself like a sicko!"

I looked up and saw him staring at me wide-eyed. "Where?" I shut down the laptop with a thud, hoping it wouldn't break again.

"I saw you! Were you watching porn in there? What the fuck!"

"How can I watch porn in five minutes!" I threw my arms up in the air, frustrated. "Let's go and eat now. I'm done with my report."

"Now that I think about it, I've seen you grinning by yourself since I got here. What's wrong with you?"

"I wasn't."

Truthfully, my cheek muscles were hurting for grinning too much.

It had been going on for two days now. Since she had praised me highly the other day I couldn't stop smiling like a fool. This made me realize how much I really liked being a teacher.

I shook my head trying to get rid of the thoughts as we entered the cafeteria.

"The food is shit most of the days, but damn, did the lunchlady give you more food because you're a teacher!"

"She gave you more than an average student because you're handsome," I said taking a seat on an empty six chaired table and he sat at my opposite direction.

"Don't joke. Are you comfortable eating here? The teachers have their own lounge and all."

"It's okay, I feel more at ease here." I gave him a smile and we both started eating. The conversation started from bits and pieces, and flowed from that, reminding me of my own student days.

"Hey. What's that?" Suddenly Yoongi said out of context, staring somewhere behind me.

I turned my head around and focused on another table close by. There was a girl wearing big spectacles sitting there with three other boys. She was looking down on her food with two of the boys sitting by her sides, the other facing her.

"What does it look like?" I asked Yoongi after turning to him.

"I don't know... Bullying?" He kept chewing on his food but we both stayed quiet this time. Our ears perked up to hear what they were saying.

"Why don't you help us? You're the one with the brain in our group!" A male voice said through his teeth, the voice sharp and gritted.

"Yeah, But it's a group project and— And Mrs Yoon said she'll fail us this time if she catches anyone cheating. It's the last date tomorrow but you guys still haven't sent me your parts. W-we divided the work right?" The girl's voice was trembling as she spoke.

"Are you serious?" A male voice laughed historically.

"For fucks sake Hyemi how could you even wait for us. Couldn't you do that on your own?"

"B-but it's a group project. I thought you guys would—" The girl tried to defend herself.

"So what? Don't tell me you've done nothing!"

"I.. I finished my parts."

"You fucking selfish whore!" A male voice shouted. "It's the last date tomorrow and now you're saying that to us?"

"I've reminded you a million times..."

The bickering went on. Yoongi and I shared a glance. It was definitely not a normal conversation and we just couldn't sit there and listen anymore.

We both stood up and I thought of calmly asking them what's wrong.

Before that could happen, I saw someone approaching them with a glass of water. Within seconds, that person emptied the glass by pouring all the water over the boy's head who was sitting facing the girl.

And the person with the glass was no other than Park Soomi.

"Hope this calmed your head," she said in an icy cold voice. Everyone in the cafeteria frozen to their places, watching her with their jaws dropped on the floor.

The boy just looked at his drench self, shocked for a second, then got up. "What the hell!"

"I saw what you were doing to her," Soomi said sternly.

"What did we do?"

"Are you her friend?"

The other two boys got up too.

"No I'm not. But I saw it," Soomi said. Her intense stair wouldn't waver from the boy before her.

"Then why don't you mind your own business!" The guy drenched in water snapped, pushing Soomi on the shoulder making her stumble a few steps backward.

She regained herself in a second. She looked at her shoulder and then looked at the guy before her. A smirk slowly made its way on her face and I didn't know why a chill ran down my spine.

"You just didn't do that," she said to the guy and before another warning, she grabbed his hand which was still up in the air.

She twisted it, she wasn't even moving an inch from her place. But the guy's face lost its color and he was soon shouting in pain.

When she let go off his arm, he fell on the floor wincing in pain, holding his limp hand with his other. The other two boys quickly approached her but she dodged and quickly lunged to the space behind them.

Then I saw her pulling on their hair and them both screaming, like there's no tomorrow.

I was frozen seeing all this. Suddenly I snapped back to reality and I ran to them. "Stop fighting!" I yelled, trying to pull Soomi away from those two boys. There were other cafeteria workers who jumped in too but she wouldn't let go.

She kept uttering violent words at them nonstop. It took some time for everyone to pull her apart from the duo, holding her from the sides.

"Okay, let's go back to eat," I shouted since everyone was still staring. And here I thought, university was less drama than high school. My one sure was, but it was also boring.

Because there was no her in my university.

What if she hurt herself. I couldn't help but wonder. Maybe I could go and check on her later.

"Damn, who is she?"

I didn't realize when Yoongi had stood next to me. His eyes locked to the emply sight where they just went away with Soomi.

"Why?" I asked, bemused.

"She is lowkey my type."