YeongMi's anger had subsided, slowly sinking back into the depths with each bathroom that she cleaned.

She couldn't take full credit, as she had joined in late, and some of them had already been taken care of by the usual assigned cleaning crew.

She spent a few moments pacing in front of the men's room.

Was she expected to help out with the boy's bathrooms too? Was that fair? There were seven of them, surely they had to be done.

But she wasn't just going to wait around and waste her time, so she threw open the door and walked in.

There was a loud yelp of surprise, and then Taehyung was peeking his head out of the last stall.

YeongMi put her hands on her hips, cocking her head as she watched Jungkook duck underneath him, a sheepish blush dusting his nose.

"I did the ladies rooms all by myself and I still finished before you. That's sad, what were you guys doing, making out?"

Jungkook's ears tinted red, and YeongMi smirked.

She had been joking, but she couldn't say she'd be surprised if it was true.

"Girls aren't as dirty as the boys," Taehyung reasoned, unabashed by her words.

"Oh, is that so? I had to deal with periods and literal shit. Oh, and I got to learn all about how Ailee loves Hyungsik, and how Suzy hates the 'cheating bastard' Baekhyun, and loads of other juicy stuff."

"Well, we had to deal with 'YeongMi's got a fat ass'."

YeongMi gasped, an amused smile spreading across her lips, "did someone really write that?!"

"Oh yeah, a lot of people had a conversation about it."

YeongMi didn't try to hide the smirk, laughing to herself as she thought of what it could've said.

"You should have seen Namjoon's face, he was so mad. He almost broke the stall wiping it so furiously."

"Yeah, we couldn't even read all of it - oof," Taehyung only shamelessly smiled as Jungkook smacked his chest disapprovingly.

YeongMi mindlessly set her bucket down and started cleaning, staring until the two boys joined in.

"Oh, look at this, 'Jessi scares me'. Who's Jessi?"

"I think she graduated a few years ago. Why are they still talking about her?"

"Apparently her boobs are noteworthy."

Taehyung giggled, and YeongMi grinned, growing comfortable.

So naturally, it had to be ruined. 

YeongMi leaned against the sink to reach the mirror. She clearly saw who came in, but she said nothing, biting her tongue as she wiped the glass.

"Are you guys still here - oh."

YeongMi froze as they made eye contact through the mirror; she quickly averted her eyes, moving down the mirror.

"What are you trying to do with a skirt like that? Do you want boys to stare at you?"

YeongMi clenched her teeth; she had witnesses to vouch that she hadn't been the one to strike first.

But she would be damned if she didn't finish it.

"It's not my fault if you're a pervert, this is how the skirt lies on me, or are you asking me to change my body shape?"

"Or you could get a longer, looser skirt."

YeongMi clenched her fists, shoving into the glass harshly and leaning farther forward, violently wiping Namjoon's face through the mirror to spite him.

"What are you thinking, are you trying to expose yourself?"

YeongMi threw the rag down, unintentionally spraying herself with water.

"This isn't one of your goddamn pornos, believe it or not, I can be a girl and not be trying to seduce you every fucking second."

Taehyung and Jungkook were slowly shrinking back towards the exit, but YeongMi glared at them, and they froze.

"I'm not saying that - "

"No, trust me, you've said enough. I don't know if you're jealous, and that's why you're saying these things, but I'm not an object and whether you like it or not, some people are going to pay attention to me. Get over it."

"That's insane, I'm, I'm not jealous. Why would I be jealous?"

YeongMi shoved her cleaning bucket into him, her eyes shooting daggers. "You can finish cleaning, like you were supposed to, and figure that out for yourself."

YeongMi was long gone by the time Namjoon found his voice. "I'm not jealous," he muttered, but nobody believed him.