Jungkook:

The second day of school. Head down. Don't look at anyone. Especially not any gang members. I just need to lay low today...or for the next few days...
or for my entire duration at this school.
I grab the straps of my backpack and pull them inwards to my chest, huddling over as I scurry through the hallways. Damn it Jungkook, why did you have to put pink highlights in your hair? You stand out more that way -you're more visible. Today I very strategically wore my plainest, dullest clothes - a white T-shirt along with black jeans. I hurry along, before bumping into Sena. Quite literally.
The pile of books she was carrying tip over and glide along the polished floor.

'Oh - sorry Sena.' I apologise, frantically picking them up as my eyes dart around.

'It's fine... Um, are you okay Jungkook? You look agitated.'
She points out.

'Me? Yeah I'm fine.' I say, still on the look out for any gang members ready to pounce on me.

'Come on, you're in my English class.' She pulls me along in the direction of the classroom. I walk in, and the teacher walks up to me. She's quite a stout woman, short with rounded features to match her rounded bob cut. 'You must be Jeon Jungkook, I will be your English teacher. Please take the free seat next to Sena.' She says with no hassle, straight the point.
I hurry to my seat.

No Jimin. No Yoongi. No Hobi. Great, that's already three gang members I don't have to deal with. Although I see Namjoon is in my class, sitting ahead of me. At least if he's sitting in front he won't be facing me. I pull out my book and get settled in.

'Right class, remember last lesson we were going over our short passages in English to show to the class, so we may assess our pronunciation.' Mrs.Lim begins.
'Namjoon, as our top pupil in this subject, can you please stand and say your passage? Everyone listen carefully please.' She says as Namjoon stands up and begins speaking in what sounded like fluent English.

'Top pupil?' I whisper under my breath to Sena.

'Hm, apparently he taught himself English.' She tells me.

Awesome. So he's good at communication? Ha - I wonder if his gang members know...

After an hour of the lesson, I hear the bell ring. Crap. I check my timetable. There, written in bold after English were the words 'Art class', next lesson.
I place it face down onto the desk, horrified. Maybe I saw wrong. Maybe all the stress is making me hallucinate and mix up my words.

Please be hallucinating. Please don't let it be art next. I turn the paper back over, hoping that the word 'art' had disappeared. I look at the paper and feel like crying.

I most definitely have art class next.

I pick up my bag, sling it over my shoulder and walk out the classroom, quick enough to avoid Namjoon, yet still slow enough to stall time until art.

When I arrive, I stand frozen outside the door to the art room. Both Yoongi and Jimin were in this class with me. Somehow I had managed to avoid the wrath of one gang member back in English, but now I didn't know if I could avoid two. Especially not the two leading members. Just as I'm preparing for my imminent death, someone leaps out at me and grabs my shoulders from behind, almost making me jump out of my skin. That's it. They've got me. Bye everyone, bye Mum, bye Dad, bye Jung-hyun, bye Gureum.

'Why so jumpy Kook?' Tae asks, laughing as he walks past me and into art class. It was just Tae, thank God.
I follow him in reluctantly into the class, and take my seat next to him.

The lesson has been fairly calm, apart from Mr.Lee's occasional rants - it seems as though he's in a worse mood today. I had managed to avoid the gaze of Yoongi and Jimin for most of the lesson, making sure to keep my eyes focused ahead of me, listening to Mr.Lee further explain the art project plans we were going to come up with.
I scribble on the back page of my notebook, brainstorming ideas when suddenly I feel a sharp pain against the side of my face.

I wince and look up to see what it was. Yoongi's staring directly at me. I look away quickly, and see something on my notebook - an elastic band. I try to ignore his advances and continue scribbling.

Ouch! I keep feeling the twang of the elastic bands as they hit my ear this time. I try ignoring it. If I say something it'll only bring more attention onto me.

'You okay?' Tae asks, seeing as I went to cover my ear with my hand. I nod in reply, and try to continue with the lesson without letting it bother me too much. Again, I feel the sharp twang of another elastic band as it hits me, right at the top of my cheek this time.
I wince, blinking my eye to relieve the pain. Jeese how good was this guy's aim?! Even from the other side of classroom, Yoongi continues to bombard me with his rubber bands.

Jimin:

My eyes glance over to Yoongi, who's occupied doing something. I lift my head to see what he was doing. Arms poised, stretching out an elastic band, he shoots it across the classroom, and it pings into the side of Jungkook's hand which he uses to shield his face.

I shove Yoongi slightly, hinting to him to leave it alone. I think just seeing us beat up Jaehyo was enough to terrorise the poor guy into not to tell anyone about yesterday. Anything more was just unnecessary, and by the looks of him he won't fight back anytime soon.

Yoongi turns back to me. 'What's up?' He asks, not catching on to what I trying to tell him by shoving him.

'Leave it now, Flower Boy's not gonna say anything.' I say as I slip back down onto the desk, resting my head on my arms.

'What's with you-' Yoongi begins, about to have a go at me before Mr.Lee interrupts.

'Min Yoongi! Park Jimin!' He shouts suddenly, making the class look up. 'You're talking when I specifically asked for silence!'
He stands up and folds his arms.
'Usually I'm very patient with you - I don't shout and I turn a blind eye. But today you're really pissing me off.' He tells us. The class begin to murmur under their breath as he talks. A few students laugh.

'So you're all going to talk over me now?! Am I some kind of joke teacher to you?! Everyone stand up. I'm moving your seats.'

The class groan, everyone complaining, phrases like 'Mr.Lee that's not fair!' and 'Don't move our seats!' being hurled at him from all directions.

This is bullshit. I'm don't want to sit next to anyone else.

It's not that I didn't get on with the people in my year. It's just that they see me as Jimin the gang member rather than - well just Jimin. So I guess we got along when we had to, it's just that I wasn't really close with anyone in the class apart from Yoongi.

'Right, listen. I'm going to arrange you now.' His eyes wander over the class, seeing who to move around first. He begins moving students, listing them one by one and shuffling them around.

'Taehyung, you go and sit with Sena over there...Yoongi, over this side. You sit next to Hana. And Jimin, you're coming over this side too where I can keep an eye on you. Go sit next to Jungkook.'

Jungkook:

My eyes widen in horror. No no no no no... Anyone but him. He's going to make my life hell. I already saw him and his gang yesterday when I wasn't supposed to, and he'll want to make sure I keep quiet for it.

Jimin:

I roll my tongue along the inside of my cheek in frustration. This has to be a joke. I stand up slowly, my chair screeching as the legs scrape along the floor. I grab my stuff elaborately, purposely making a big deal of it to show Mr.Lee just how pissed off I am.
What a dick. Separating me and Yoongi like that. I drag my feet along as I walk to the other side of the room and take a seat next to Jungkook. His body stiffens as I sit next to him, looking straight ahead rather than at me.
This is what I mean. I make him nervous and I've only just sat next to him. Jimin the school troublemaker. Jimin the gang member. I scoff and lean back in my seat, stuffing my hands into my pockets.

'These will be your new seats from now on.' Mr.Lee tells us, hands firm on his hips. 'Don't talk over me again okay? I may not care most of the time but I do want complete silence when I ask for it.'

A girl in our class, Saeron, raises her hand. 'Sir,' she calls, 'How are we supposed to continue with our art projects if we're not sitting next to our partners?'

Mr.Lee laughs a little 'What do you mean? You are sitting next to your partners.' He says, the class taken aback in confusion.

'The person you're sitting next to now will be your new partner for this project.' He tells us. 'Let this be my punishment for you - but I still expect the best quality of work from you all.'
The class groan once again.

Greeeeeaaaat. My plans of avoiding this project with Yoongi are ruined. Flower Boy will most likely want to do this project. He seems like a good student. Maybe he could do it for me...

He continues to stare forward. Jeese... this rascal. Is he really not going to speak to me? I am his new partner after all. I decide to lighten the mood. I lean forward, hands still in my pockets.
I lean my torso onto the table and face him. He still stares straight ahead, lips closed tight together as he bites on them.

'Ohh - Flower Boy is it?' I ask jokingly, smiling and pretending as though I didn't recognise him. 'Wooow, this is like chance.
Who would of thought me and you would be working together like this?' No response.

Weird kid...this was harder than I thought. I sigh and raise my eyebrows. 'Damn Flower Boy, you do realise being partners requires communication - right? I wasn't told you'd be this cold.'

Jungkook:

What do I say?! Hello?! Oh my God no don't say that. How am I going to survive an entire term with Jimin sitting next to me. As if he wasn't intimidating enough being a rebellious beats-up-those-who-cross-him kind of guy, his good looks make me even more nervous.

Jimin:

I sigh again. Well sorry for making an effort. I guess he's still shaken after seeing us dealing with Jaehyo yesterday.

'Hey. Jeon Jungkook.' I say, dropping the nickname for a moment. 'Don't concern yourself with what happened yesterday. My members won't do anything unless you do. I'll tell Yoongi it's...been resolved - yeah?'

He looks down.
Silence.
Well, I tried.

'...Thanks.' He says quietly.

Hm. I lean back in my chair smiling. So Flower Boy does speak. I'm touched.
Eventually the bell rings for the end of lesson, and he stands, packs his bag and hurries out. My eyes follow him as he leaves.

Weirdo.