I heard that voice, that beautiful voice, singing in the shower again. I grimaced, knowing it was Jimin. I pressed my ear against the door and listened to him. His stupid voice,  the amazing voice. 

I didn't know what it was about him,  but I hated him. 

It didn't mean that I had to hate his voice. I resisted a smile as he sang. Was it a little creepy? Yes. Did I care? Not really. After a while I stopped listening to him. I had to get ready for school. I Put on my uniform, as much as I hated it, and attempted to fix my hair. After 10 minutes of struggling, I gave up and put it in a loose braid. 

I went into the kitchen and grabbed the cereal. I hear footsteps as I was reaching for the bowls on the top shelf. 'Oh god.' I thought to myself. 'Not this again.' I turned to see Namjoon, leaning against the wall. 

"Do you need any help?" he asked, smirking slightly. I nodded. As he got the bowl down from the top shelf, he called me short. 

Nobody calls me short. I glared at him. He handed me the bowl and ratted me on the shoulder. I would get him back for this. Not even Yoongi calls me short. He knows what might happen if he does. 

I'm not like Yoongi. I don't explode instantly after someone offends me. I wait. I wait for them to turn their backs, for them to let their guard down.  Then..I attack. I let the anger slowly simmer, remembering what they have done to wrong me. 

Some call me petty. I don't think so. I ate my cereal quickly, wanting to get the hell out of here before Jimin had the chance to torment me. Lately, he's been a real shithead, tickling me, calling me names. He even attempted to pour cold water on me in the shower, but little does he know I shower at night. 

Hoseok wasn't happy about having his nice, hot shower interrupted first thing in the morning. I've been trying to formulate a plan to get him back, but all of my ideas just weren't enough. And besides, not even the worst of pranks could give him what he truly deserves. 

I finished my cereal but then I remembered...Yoongi was at work. Namjoon couldn't drive, god knows where the rest of the guys were. There was only one person who could drive me. I looked at my phone for the time. 7:23. School starts at 8. Normally, I would get to school early so I could hang in the art room but I suppose I can't get there until Jimin wakes up. 

I should just drive myself. But I can't. I don't have a license. 

I could walk. I liked the idea of walking. I grabbed my jacket and put on my shoes. Namjoon laughed. "Are you leaving right now?" 

"Yes." 

He laughed again, throwing his head back. I looked away from him, zipping my coat. "It's raining, (Y/N)." 

"I'll get an umbrella." I hissed, keeping my glare away from him. Namjoon continued to laugh. "Whats so funny?" I asked him. he explained to me that I wouldn't be able to reach the umbrellas in the storage closet. 

"Shortie." He said. At this point, I was beyond angry. 

 I exhaled slowly and stomped to the storage closet, where there was on umbrella on the top shelf. I stood on my toes and reached as far as my body would let me but I only pushed the umbrella back further.  "Damnit." I said. I heard the door open and I turned to see Namjoon. 

"Do you need my help again?" I nodded. "Too bad." He said, walking away. "See if Jimin will help you." He laughed once more before completely disappearing from the kitchen. I looked for a ladder or a stool. Nothing. Not even a box that I could stand on. I finally gave up and stared walking, pulling my hood over my head. 

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The rain beat at my face, my shoes were already soaked and I couldn't see a thing. I sloshed through the mud on the sidewalk as cars passed. I had already been splased by a blue pickup truck with a bunch of teenage boys in it, hooting and hollering at me. I flipped them off and continued walking. 

I heard another car coming and I moved to the other edge of the sidewalk as to avoid getting splashed as much as possible. the headlights gleamed in the fog and the rain poured even harder. I looked at the car when the window started to roll down. It was Jimin. "Did you come to gloat?" I asked. 

He leaned over and opened the car door. "Get in." he said. Without hesitation, I ran over to the car and got in, closing the door and rolling up the window. Jimin drove, telling me to put on my seatbelt. 

"Thank you." I mumbled. We came to a stoplight. 

"Namjoon told me you were walking to school." He turned to me. "Why?"

"I wanted to get to school early?" 

"Why?" God, this kid was annoying. He was technically older than me, but he sure as hell doesn't act like it. 

"I had t-to meet with my science class for a field trip today." I stuttered. He looked back at the road, taking his hands off the wheel. Daegu traffic. The worst. 

"You're lying." he said. "You wanted to avoid me, didn't you?" I shook my head. He looked at me. and tilted his head. "Are you sure?" I nodded. "Why didn't you bring an umbrella?" he  motioned to my soaked hoodie and sopping we shoes. 

"I-I couldn't reach it.." I said quietly. He laughed. "..and Namjoon wouldn't help me get it.." 

He continued to laugh as the light turned green. He continued forward. "Ahh...my god you are something else." I looked away, the campus coming into view. I felt the car speed up and jold forward as Jimin ran over a speed bump. 

"Could you not?" 

"Could I not what?" He asked, tilting his head, smiling. 

I sighed, looking straight forward. "Could you not speed over every speed bump?" I said flatly. 

"Whats the magic word?"

"Jimin!" I yelled at him, sick of his games. 

"Nope. Try again." 

"I am not using the magic word." I braced myself for another speed bump, jolting forward as he drives over it. 

"Do you want me to speed over all the bumps or not?" He grins. "Its the only way I'll-" Another speed bump catches me off guard. "-stop this speed bump madness." he says sweetly. God, I really hate him. 

"Okay, okay." i say, putting my hands up in surrender. "Jimin-"

"Call me oppa." he commands. No. No way in hell would I call Park Jimin..oppa. I don't even call my brother that! "or I'll never stop." he teases. I huff out a breath. 

"Fine" i say. "Oppa~" I sing. "Can you please not speed over the speed bumps?" I look at him and pout. "Please oppa? Please?" He smiles. 

"I hope you know..." he says, pulling out his phone. "That I recorded that." I stare at him in horror as he fails to meet my commands and speeds over the final speed bump, pulling into the school driveway. "And I sent it to your brother."  With that, i snatched his phone and threw it out the window, over the fence to the boiler room. He looks at me, wide eyes and angry. 

"let this be a warning." I say before getting out.