Friday, finally.

That's all Jimin could think about. Because even if he went through the horrible class that was Ethics, it was Friday.

"So unlike deontological and consequentialist theories, theories of virtue ethics do not aim primarily to identify universal principles that can be applied in any moral situation." Namjoon finished writing on the board with the collection of markers Yoongi had insisted would complete the genius, nerd package. "Yes, Mister Jeon?"

"Sorry professor, but what are deontological and consequentialist theories?"

As Namjoon began answering, Yoongi came through the door, unbothered by the disturbance of class he caused. The professor rolled his eyes and continued with his answer. "Mister Jeon, deontological theories are duty theories based on morality on specific foundations principles of obligation."

"Mister Kim, would it be okay to give us an example?" Dowoon shyly asked.

"Of course. Hmm, let's say for example our last scenario of finding money on the floor." Namjoon then grabs Yoongi and snatches his wallet, taking a bill and dropping it on the floor. "Oh gosh! What's this?" He then picks up the bill and looks surprised at the class. "What would be my obligation as a person?"

"Give the money to its owner, the virtuous thing to do, right?" Kihyun answered, not actually being sure.

"Correct Mister Yoo." He started handing the bill and as Yoongi extended his hand he retracted his hand towards himself. "But see, my obligation right now is to teach you with... no interruptions and Mister Min here was a little dumb dumb cruiser who interrupted your learning time so I get to keep the money and tell everyone Min Yoongi invited me for drinks."

Yoongi rolled his eyes as he stood up and extended his hand. "Like hell, I'll let that go around. Give me my money back."

Namjoon then raised his hand above his head, way up high. "Come get it."

Yoongi shrugged before punching Namjoon on the stomach, making the younger hunch over and groan. The class could only laugh, Jimin rolling his eyes as he raised his hand.

"Mister Kim, sorry to interrupt your moment of pain but your obligation is to teach us and I believe Dowoon also asked what consequentialist theories were as well?"

Namjoon winced as he slightly looked up at Jimin and then at Yoongi. "He has got to hate me if he's being serious right now."

"I think he's being serious." Yoongi laughed as he watched the professor stand up straight.

"Well Mister Park," He took a deep breath in. "Consequentialist theories view that morality is all about producing the right kinds overall consequences."

"And an example would be?" Baekhyun surprisingly asked, but only as he knew the pink-haired boy two rows above him would be mocked.

"Well let's say Mister Park interrupts his teacher's moment of unintentional utter pain—" He earned a roll of eyes from the try-hard student who slumped back on his chair. "and is a prick about it and prefers his lesson over his teacher's well being, would that be ethical?"

The class shared a disagreement but Jimin was quick to scoff. "But my reasoning and behavior is far from because as you mentioned before, your duty is to teach us. My duty is to study and when I care for my grades more than my teacher's well being because he is a stranger that has taught me for only a week, it's completely reasonable for me to want him to get over his attention-seeking behavior and actually teach me something for once."

Jungkook cringed as he sank into his seat. "Geez hyung, that was harsh."

Namjoon smirked. "But what if Yoongi had punched me too hard and I died on the spot? You wouldn't be able to be taught by me and your grades would flunk."

"My grades would be fine because if you weren't a self-centered teacher, you'd know you aren't the only ethics professor in the city or university." Jimin crossed his arms as he then pointed at Namjoon. "Not only that, had it not been for your provoking of Mister Min, you wouldn't have gotten injured, and thus, I remain moral and my actions are within reason."

Instead of his hand twitching, Namjoon felt his nose scrunch up as he quickly covered it up and sniffed, faking a laugh as he pointed at Jimin. "That! This is what consequentialist theorists do. Research motive and outcome and circumstances." He narrowed his eyes as he smiled at Jimin.

"Well done Mister Park."

As class ended, Namjoon didn't even hide his anger as he walked up to the third row and got in between Jungkook and Jimin.

"Mister Jeon, hurry it up." He looked at Jimin with threatening eyes. "I don't want to take Mister Park's precious time any longer than I should."

Jungkook quickly left the classroom, not before waving at Yoongi of course.

Namjoon sighed as he sat on the table where Jungkook sat next to Jimin, looking down at the pink-haired boy who looked back at him, with no remorse whatsoever. "What the actual hell is wrong with you?"

Jimin gave him a confused yet disgusted look as he looked at his teacher up and down. "Have you looked at yourself?"

"Jimin, this isn't funny. There's a difference between debate and plainly being disrespectful. You disrespected and mocked me in front of the class."

"Mister Kim, we've been over this before," Jimin stood up and began gathering his things. "I don't mean to do such a thing. You yourself said that ethics is a subject where students can have their own opinions. The way I voice my opinion shouldn't matter."

"But it does." Namjoon placed his hand on Jimin's chest, pushing him slightly so that he'd stop and listen to him. "Calling me self-centered, attention seeker?"

"Right because calling a student a prick, questioning his sexuality, making up scenarios way too personal, making fun of my questions makes it right?" Jimin moved his shoulders as he spoke. "Because you are some prestigious genius teacher?"

The boy shook his head and pointed his finger at Namjoon's chest.

"You are no different than all of my other teachers other than I absolutely hate how unprofessional you are." He pointed at the door that led outside. "All teachers have the same rule. Respect me and I'll respect you."

He pushed his way towards the stairs and went down them. But Namjoon wasn't letting this go. He went after him, his long legs being able to reach him and stop him before he exited the class by grabbing onto his wrist. "Jimin—"

Surprising the teacher with such strength, Jimin shook his hand once which made Namjoon let go of him as the student turned. He pointed upwards at the 6-foot tall genius and angrily spoke. "Mister Park. I don't care if you are teaching or not, on school grounds, you are still a teacher. To everyone else you may be the cool and laid-back teacher but to me, you are my ethics professor and you shall practice what you preach with me." The boy took a step back as he looked at the teacher up and down. "If you want my respect, you earn it like any other person."

And just like that, he walked out of the class, leaving Namjoon wide-eyed stunned. Yoongi took a deep breath as he walked up to his friend, placing his own hand on his shoulder. "Jin hyung did warn you to not push him too hard."

But as he started to feel sorry, he rolled his eyes and shrugged his friend's comforting hand away. "I need a drink."

-

"Why of all people would you invite him?"

Hoseok rolled his eyes as he threw himself onto Jimin's pastel green couch. "Because I'm the life of the party."

"No, you are the slut of the party." Taehyung crossed his arms as he sat on his couch, the forest green couch that sat across Jimin's couch.

The pink-haired boy couldn't help but chuckled as he applied lip gloss with glitter onto his lips. "Play nice tonight okay? I just want to have fun, no rivalries please."

"I'll need a few drinks to be able to stand that snake." Taehyung's eyes then lit up. "Hey, you invited someone, can I do so too?"

"Of course, you can." Hoseok then smirked. "Don't want Jimin to be our third wheel, right?"

Taehyung just wanted to stand up and punch the smug off of the dancer's face but his new friend had answered the phone that was pressed against his ear.

"Hey hyung."

"Hey, Jungkook. You want to come and hang out with us at the club?"

"Yeah sure. Send me the address!"

As he hung up, he heard the other much more annoying friend of Jimin's cough up a word.

The two shared a glare before Hoseok coughed again.

"You want to say something just fucking say it."

"Smurf."

"I'm killing you in your sleep."

Hoseok smirked yet again. "I'd like some torture before being killed."

The three-headed their way after taking pictures in front of a mirror. Hoseok wore the tightest leather pants he owned with a red shirt that read 'Bite Me' which caused Taehyung to call him out on his choice of wear. But of course, the dancer wasn't bothered by it and complimented the younger's choice of a bandana and simple jeans and long sleeves.

Once they arrived at the club, Jungkook greeted them with drinks.

"Dude are you even legal?" Hoseok asked, to which Taehyung clicked his tongue, even though the older wouldn't hear over the loud music.

"Of course he is, leave him alone." Taehyung grabbed Jungkook by the shoulder and smiled. "I don't mean to pry or out you, but are you gay?"

Jungkook's cheeks and ears reddened but the dimly lit club wouldn't show his embarrassment as he only looked mostly blue and pink from the lights of the dance floor. "Uh, no preferences really..."

"Good!" Taehyung shouted over the bass of the speakers. "Let's go look at cute people away from this dickhead."

"Hey, I heard that!" But Hoseok was ignored as the two youngest danced their way through the crowd. He turned to Jimin who was just drinking his cocktail whilst spacing off. "Jimin-ah, I'm gonna go dance the straight off some guys, want to join?"

Jimin smiled at his friend, straw between his teeth. "I'm good hyung. Maybe I'll join you later."

The pink-haired boy was just too in thought to bother and actually dance. He kept thinking about Ethics. Not his annoying professor but more of how many different perspectives there were on morality and virtues.

"Here you go."

The bartender passed another cocktail to Jimin but he quickly shook his head, smiling apologetically. "Oh, I wasn't planning on ordering another one."

"It's from that guy over there." The bartender pointed to the other end of the bar where a man sat there, raising his glass at Jimin.

Jimin could barely even see any of this guy's features so he did the polite thing to raise his glass back as a sign of gratitude as he then turned back to his thoughts.

But of course, buying someone a drink wasn't about just buying them a drink. So Jimin's thoughts on duty and responsibilities were interrupted by the same man sitting next to him.

"You seem pensive."

Jimin chuckled as he turned to the man. He seemed familiar, he truly did. But with the darkness of the place and the loud music and the invasive thoughts in his head, he really couldn't pinpoint if he did know this person.

All he could really focus on anyways was the choker made of rhinestones and the popping collarbone off to his side.

"Isn't everyone thinking about something when sitting at a bar all alone?"

"Touché." He pointed at the bar they sat by. "What brings you here?"

The boy shrugged as he ran his hand through his hair, his hair keeping itself pushed back as he had styled it so. "Tradition."

"Tradition to come to a club on a random Friday?" The man laughed and it rang like a deja vu moment to Jimin because he had heard that laugh somewhere before.

But he let it go as he answered. "No, my friends and I go out every first Friday of the month during the school year." He pointed at himself. "It was our first week back at the university."

The man watched as he drank his cocktail in one chug. "The way you drink... you seem stressed."

"That's what a boatload of work and incompetent teachers will do to ya." He signaled to the man. "You get me?"

"Definitely." The man looked Jimin up and down before frowning. "Wait, incompetent teachers? Got a few assholes teaching you?"

"More like an asshole." He put his finger up. "Singular." He then called up the bartender and asked for a shot of rum. "Some prestigious, narcissistic, fuckwad that singles me out all the time."

The man chuckled as he propped his elbow on the counter, head on his palm. "It's only been a week."

"Yeah well, what a hell of a week." As soon as the shot was placed in front of him, Jimin took it in his hands and raised it up slightly. "To Kim Namjoon, asshole of the year."

The man laughed as he watched Jimin down the shot. He couldn't help but stare as he threw his head back and hiss at the burn, it almost looked attractive. "Maybe he likes you and that's why he picks on you."

Jimin snorted as he asked for another shot. "Please, not only is he a teacher, if he liked me, he wouldn't be making my life in his class actual hell." He pouted as he looked at the man and pointed at himself. "I may not seem like it but I get anxious when I answer back to his stupid remarks. All the attention makes me super stressed and it ruins the rest of my day. Imagine having him every day! I do!"

The boy then downed another shot and sighed as the man looked down, nodding his head. "Yeah, what an asshole. Maybe he has nothing else to do with his life and that's just how he has fun, though."

"Well, he can go out and come here and have fun then." Jimin was already speaking with a drunk tone to his voice. His cheeks were flushed red and when the dance floor's lights hit his face, you could well tell he was already drunk. Lightweight Jimin still didn't know his own limits. "Even nerds like me go and have fun, he should too."

The man laughed as he pointed at the dance floor. "You think this is the scenery for a local genius?"

Jimin blew raspberries, childishly waving his hand in the air. "Local genius or not, isn't he like what... twenty-four years old? Dude needs to live what he lost in studying anyways." He pointed at the empty cocktail and shot glasses then pointed at the man. "You paying for that, right?"

He heard the man laugh again and he could swear, he finally recognized the voice but as it began to clear, his thoughts were interrupted by his own words.

"Do you wanna dance?"

The man tilted his head. "You just trust any stranger buying you drinks enough to dance?"

Jimin shrugged. "You only live once am I right? Plus," He stood up and got way too close to the man's comfort. "you don't bother me."

The man smirked and stood up as Jimin extended his hand towards him.

"Come on, let's dance."