Your Son's Mixtape
Inside the principals office sat Min Yoongi. Why is Min Yoongi in the principals office you ask? I don't know either but we're about to find out.
"Mr. and Mr. Kim, come on in. Take a seat." The principal gestured to two chairs on either side of Yoongi.
"Has Yoongi done something wrong?" Jin asks.
"Yes." The principal digs through his drawer and pulls out a CD.
He slides it over to them and waits. Opening the cover, both see that the CD is inscribed with the words, "AUGUST D. FIRE MIXTAPE". Jin, wide eyed, glances over at Yoongi who has a blank face. Namjoon suppresses a smile. Clearing his throat, he puts the CD down and turns to Yoongi.
"Mind explaining what that is?" Namjoon asks.
"Exactly what is says on the CD." Yoongi nods to the desk.
The principal stood from his desk and walked over to a cabinet. He pulled out a small box and set it down on the desk.
"What is that?" Namjoon points to the box.
The principal reaches in and pulls out a CD identical to the one sitting on the desk.
"Your son has been passing these out all morning. The teachers confiscated about twenty of these during lunch." The principal said.
"When did you have the time to make all of these?" Jin asks.
"I have my ways." Yoongi blankly aswers.
"You're supposed to be studying." Jin crosses his arms, shifting his handbag to the other side.
"Can I listen to it?" Namjoon eagerly asks Yoongi.
A smirk forms on Yoongi's lips. He's about to answer when Jin growls.
"You're not helping, Namjoon." Jin shoots him a "I'll deal with you later" look.
"Right, sorry." He coughs.
"If you would, follow me outside for a moment." The principal leads the way.
Namjoon shoots Yoongi a smile before leaving.
"I feel like your son is out of control." The principal begins.
"It was only one mixtape." Namjoon mutters.
Jin elbows his side.
"We will punish him." Jin reassures him.
"As will I."
A beep makes the three adults jump.
"A TO THE G TO THE U TO THE STD." Yoongi's voice blares through the intercom.
The three adults rush to the door only to find it locked. Inside Yoongi sat on the principals chair. He kicked his feet up on the desk and turned up the volume on the intercom. Outside Nmajoon hummed along to the song and tried to hide his grin. Jin and the principal, meanwhile, continued their struggle to get the door open.
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