If there was one thing Jung Hoseok hated most in this world besides Snickers candy bars (which according to him was a disgrace to peanut butter and chocolate), it was when someone interrupted his moments of freedom.

By someone, he meant Min Yoongi.

"Wasn't this your third detention this week?"

Hoseok resisted the urge to strangle Yoongi, whose expression more than betrayed the concerned voice he seemed to evoke, expression filled with glee as he peeked from the door. Hoseok cast him a dirty look, which only caused Yoongi's smirk to widen.

"You know, if this keeps happening, your detentions will turn into in school suspensions," Yoongi remarked, pouting mockingly. "Are you trying to ruin your academic record, Hoseok?"

"Not as much as you're trying to ruin me," Hoseok spat, his fingers gripping the pencil harshly as he put it back into the case. Noting the action, Yoongi began to laugh, the sound of it making Hoseok want to rip his ears out. "I could have you kicked out of this school."

The threat flew past Yoongi's shoulder, who only chuckled at the sight of Hoseok's fuming expression. Yoongi waited patiently as Hoseok gathered his things, not moving an inch until Hoseok was walking towards him. He made sure to keep the smile on his face, the key to the detention room swinging in his fingers.

"Are you just going to stand there?" Hoseok sneered, stopping at the doorway, his body in front of Yoongi's. Yoongi waved the key in front of Hoseok's face, leaning closer.

"I have to wait for you to leave," Yoongi sighed dramatically. "As the Student Body President, it is my sacred duty to ensure that this door remains locked after detention is over. Do you know how irresponsible it would be if I just let it remain unlocked?"

"Keep waving that key in my face, and you're going to get it," Hoseok threatened, pushing Yoongi out of the way. Yoongi burst into laughter, quickly calling out,

"What could you possibly do to me, Jung?"

Hoseok paused in his steps, and from the way his back tensed, Yoongi knew that he had managed to irk Hoseok even more, a feeling that brought Yoongi eternal joy. It was so easy to get Hoseok completely fuming, and Yoongi enjoyed every single second of it.

It's not like Hoseok didn't deserve to get the punishments he received. For far too long, Hoseok had been living his high school years causing ruckus and disruption across the school. Though Hoseok had better sense than to bully anyone, it didn't mean that he didn't cause a mess at the school— doing whatever the fuck he wanted whenever he wanted to do it. Yoongi couldn't do anything about it during the first three years of high school because he hadn't been eligible for the President role, but now that he was, Yoongi had no intention to let Hoseok get away with anything.

"I'll shove that key so far up your ass you won't be able to stand up for days," Hoseok answered tightly. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Student Body President, I have places to be."

"What could you possibly have to do at this time?" Yoongi shook his head, locking the detention room door. "Getting yourself ready to pay off the teachers to keep your grades up?"

"You think I need to pay teachers to get good grades?" Hoseok scoffed, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "I don't need to explain myself to you. I'm leaving now."

Yoongi watched Hoseok go, chuckling to himself. Once Hoseok was fully out of vision, he walked towards his locker to pick up the last of his things. Usually, he would tease Hoseok some more, take his time reminding Hoseok of all the privileges he had lost once Yoongi had assumed the role of President, but today, just like Hoseok, he had things he had to do.

While Yoongi couldn't control everything Hoseok could get away with, there was always one sure-fire way to stop his mishaps. As soon as Yoongi noticed Hoseok stepping out of line, he'd immediately write Hoseok up, giving him a one-way ticket to detention. This time, Hoseok had to attend each and every single one because Yoongi and Hoseok were on the same playing field.

Hoseok Jung was the embodiment of wealth, everyone at Fide High knew it. Born the oldest of the Fortuna Empire, Hoseok had the world at the palm of his hands. With a flick of his wrist, he could have countless people by his side, doing everything for him at his beck and call. It made sense that Hoseok would have such a grip on the students, faculty, and staff. Money drove the world, and Hoseok Jung had enough to last five generations.

However, Hoseok's family wasn't the only one with money.

That was what set Yoongi apart from the rest of the student population. While he wasn't insanely rich that he had money to last him the way money lasted the Jungs, his family had enough money to live lavishly. Yoongi's family, however, had worked their way up the most they could, and as a result, only recently had he become wealthy. Of course, despite being wealthy, Yoongi had class, and he never made the point to show off the brand new wealth his family had cultivated throughout the years.

No one except Jimin Park, Yoongi's best friend, knew about Yoongi's economic status, and he preferred to keep it that way. He wasn't like Hoseok— the complete opposite, and he wanted people to respect him not because of money, but because of who he was. Everything Yoongi's family had accomplished was through hard work, it wasn't given nor assigned, not like how Hoseok automatically had billions upon billions of dollars sitting on his lap the very second he was born.

"How was babysitting?"

Yoongi's lips perked upwards at the sound of Jimin's voice. Closing his locker, he enthusiastically greeted Jimin, who was more than eager for a hug. After a couple of moments, they pulled apart.

"He didn't try to bribe me this time," Yoongi mused, beginning to walk out of the school. "Last time he tried offering me ten thousand dollars to let him go."

Jimin let out a low whistle. "Now I wish I was the President. I could definitely use ten grand."

Yoongi rolled his eyes. "Ten grand is less than five cents in Hoseok's eyes. That type of money isn't worth it."

"Easy for you to say," Jimin murmured in slight amusement. "You're stinking rich yourself."

"Not as much as that spoiled brat," Yoongi playfully nudged Jimin's shoulder. "Do you need a ride home? My chauffeur's right outside."

Jimin scrunched his nose. "Didn't you say you were giving a ride to your girlfriend?"

"Minseo's cheerleading practice is lasting longer than she thought," Yoongi replied, beckoning towards the gym. "They're preparing for prelims, and with how she led the team to nationals and earned the win last year, she's trying her hardest to make sure she'll lead the team to victory for the second year in a row."

"It is our final year," Jimin murmured, giving Yoongi a nod. "You two work way too hard."

"As do you," Yoongi laughed, opening the door for the both of them. "It's part of the group dynamic."

It was true. Yoongi had made sure to carefully choose the people he associated himself with. Nothing made up a person's character more than the people they hung around with, and Yoongi wanted to make sure that whenever someone saw him, they wouldn't see someone that would cause trouble. He wanted people to see him as hardworking, someone dedicated— someone who gave back to his community the most he could.

Jimin, his best friend, was someone just as hardworking as Yoongi, someone that Yoongi could see himself in. While Jimin was still in the lower class and couldn't afford most things, that only motivated Jimin to pursue his studies more. Yoongi admired that— he would be the same if he were in Jimin's situation.

Minseo Kang, his girlfriend, was everything he could ever want in a significant other. She was beautiful inside and out, and it just made sense that they were together. She was Captain of the Cheerleading team, the school's 'It-Girl', and yet, she showed herself as someone who was kind and loving. She too, worked hard to get to the place she was in today, and Yoongi knew that they were perfect for each other.

"You have that dinner today, right?" Jimin asked as they left the school. "Did your parents tell you what it was about?"

Yoongi shook his head. "I know it's a very important dinner. They prepared formal attire and everything. Whoever we're meeting has to be a big deal. I just hope I get back in time to get a headstart on our Calculus work."

Jimin's eyes widened. "That's not due for another week!"

"Fine, I'll start on my college applications," Yoongi deadpanned, only earning a jab from Jimin. "What? It's already September. There's so much that we have to get done! College essays, letters of recommendation. Not to mention the SAT's next month, and I'm also thinking of retaking the ACT too because I only got a thirty four—"

"You're getting way too ahead of yourself," Jimin shook his head. "Your letters of rec are pretty much already written for you, you have decent ACT and SAT scores, and haven't you been drafting your college essays since our sophomore year? Come on Yoongi, you could get into any school you want to."

"I don't want to do it with money though," Yoongi sighed, slightly irritated. "I don't want it to be because my parents made large donations. I want to earn my place. It's only right."

Not like someone would most likely do, Yoongi thought to himself.

"Even without the money, you're the current valedictorian, aren't you?" Jimin inquired. "You're set. I promise. It's just a matter of choosing where you want to go."

"Would Harvard be too cliché for someone like me?" Yoongi laughed. "Maybe Stanford? Yale?"

"The choices are endless," Jimin smiled. "Especially for someone like you."

"Let's hope so."

The car stopped in front of Jimin's apartment complex. With a wide smile, Jimin thanked Yoongi for the ride. Yoongi watched him disappear, not failing to notice the conditions that Jimin lived in— conditions that he was too familiar with. After making sure that Jimin entered his home safely, Yoongi beckoned the driver, telling them to drive him home. He checked the time on his phone, making sure that he was right on schedule.

Yoongi had no idea what was waiting for him at the dinner, but because his parents had stressed looking nice, he'd do it. It wasn't hard for Yoongi to be on his best behavior anyhow— someone with class and respect for themselves knew better than to stoop low. This was most likely a business proposition anyhow— so Yoongi knew that he had to convey the professionalism his family's company stood on. Whatever the challenge was going to be, it wouldn't be that bad.

So Yoongi entered his home, heading straight towards his room where his dry-cleaned suit was already laid out, and waiting for him—the signal of his future unknowingly resting on the dinner that would occur later that night.

a/n: welcome to a clichéd affair ! this is the first time in my writing that i focus so heavily on one character— and leech his personality into the writing, so i hope it wasn't too bad.

i was hoping to give you a very straight forward personality because their personalities are what make and drive the story. so yes, when i mean yeet the characters i mean YEET. is that character development 😫

(ignore any mistakes i am out rn 😔🙏🏻)

thank you for reading <3