꒰🍒꒱ note ~ hi hi !! gosh, its been a while ;-; sorry for just one chapter, I wanted to put this out to show that no I ain't discontinuing this ever ! I'm working on the next chaptersSs as we speak ! 

꒰🍒꒱ the comeback was AAAAAAAAAAA !! what was ya'll's favourite track? mine is definitely drama!! maze in the mirror made me cry too T-T

꒰🍒꒱ sorry for any mistakes!

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Whenever Taehyun came to music before the raven moved, he was almost always early (unless his classes were on the other side of the school, of course. he'd never run in the halls. that wasn't the type of person he was)

After he sends Kai to his class, he'd arrive at exactly three o'clock sharp just to arrange his utensils on his table. He took notes a lot, claiming everything had to be important if Yoongi explains it. this sole reason is probably why the teacher sees potential for Taehyun to become a great singer one day.

It was his dream, after all. and it wasn't unreachable.

The simple act that he does every day had never bored him, as many of his peers thought it would. Repeating the same thing every day had actually brought him a sense of calamity, knowing the fact that he was getting ready to learn. if Yoongi were late, he'd read through his textbook. he was a simple person. and simple things like those had become his routine.

minus the glasses, he really was a stereotypical nerd, huh?

But lately, it was... different.

as a matter of fact, it had started being different since Beomgyu moved. It was like the subject music blew past like a breeze in the air, as quick as it came by, it ended.

Sometimes he found himself zoning out. sitting by the window used to help Taehyun stay focused on the lesson, but now it had became a distraction. as if his mind wandered out beyond the glass panes. he caught himself staring at the clouds more often than the book on his desk several times, as of late.

Thoughts swarmed Taehyun's head whenever the subject came to mind, drowning out the voice of Mr. Min who was teaching. Sometimes the thought of jumping out of the window sounds nice.

And today was probably one of the worse days he had... yet, at least.

Taehyun had come over a little late due to Huening Kai dragging him to talk at the furthest corridor in the whole school. Seriously, did it have to be on the opposite side of his building? The speed walk there took a whole five minutes and by the time he reached his class, his legs felt worn out. 

The classroom was strangely silent, a contrast to the usually loud bantering he'd hear from the halls on his way. There wasn't a lot in his class, but they were loud. Though when he glanced at his desk as he entered, he kind of got why it was not the usual way it is.

Choi Beomgyu sat there, head in his arms that were on the desk. he'd think he was sleeping if it weren't for the cutter in his hands. he seemed like he was carving something on the wooden desk. his jacket was unbuttoned, his white shirt untucked and messy, his dark hair tousled as if he had just returned from a fight. if Taehyun's assumptions we're right, what was new?

Thankfully, the world seemed to spare him at that moment as Yoongi had come in the classroom with a familiar grumpy face. The grumpy face he wore this time, though, was genuine. it wasn't his resting face, but an actual annoyed one. Taehyun could already sense that today's class might be a little bad. he should be careful. then again, he'd never gotten trouble before, he was so sure.

he should really control his thoughts. even his brain could jinx him at times.

The dark circles from their teacher's eyes wouldn't go unnoticed even if someone tried. They were prominent from a mile away (of course, that was sort of exaggeration).

"Does anyone know what day today is?" Yoongi asked, placing his bag in his chair and sitting on top of the desk. the person in front answers him.

"Thursday?"

The answer from his classmate had a layer of teasing in it. As if he was making fun of their teacher for not knowing the day. They were always like this, though. The male from Daegu was their music teacher since they were in grade school. He was laid back and chill. 

But this time, Yoongi's lips pressed into a thin line, and that's when Taehyun realizes that he was in absolutely no mood to be playing around.

"Dude stop being an ass, if we get into trouble I'm seriously going to hit you," the person next to him whispers- though the whole class could probably hear the supposed-to-be hushed toned.

"You played goalkeeper yesterday and tried to kick the opponent's ball away yet it still went into their goalpost? How are you supposed to hit me?"

"That was one time C-"

On cue, a deafening, loud slam resonated in the classroom as Yoongi slams his thick music textbook onto the table with force. He looks up at the kids staring at him with an emotionless expression. Taehyun could feel his ears ringing, and he was sitting at the back of the class.

"Sorry," he chuckles, failing to keep his expression monotone. Honestly they expected it, Yoongi had been their music teacher since seventh grade and they were used to his antiques and variety of moods.

"Alright, can someone really tell me what today is?"

"You wanted to assess our current progress, right..?" Taehyun glances at his classmate, Ryujin, answer from the corner of his eyes.

Progress? What progress?

"Exactly. It's trial Thursday, I told everyone last week didn't I, Mister Lee?" Yoongi said, sitting on top of the wooden desk, one of his legs atop of the other as he quirks his eyebrow as if saying, you didn't listen to me, did you?

He laughs nervously, bowing his head a little as an apology.

"Alright, I need everyone to pass up their first drafts of the lyrics," Yoongi declares, patting the space on the wooden desk next to him. Right away, each student takes out their work one by one. a representative of the duos in the class comes up front to pass up the supposed work. Taehyun looks at them with perplexity.

Huh?! 

Taehyun's eyes quickly darts around the class at his classmates who were holding a scribbled paper. they were most likely handing the first draft of the lyrics that they worked together on. Taehyun panics a little bit more, his heart rate picks up and his palms began to sweat.

He had absolutely no time to work together with Choi Beomgyu due to the incident that happened the last time they were in the same spot together, adding to the fact that he had been missing in action for almost a month and shouldn't Yoongi know about this god damn it?!

Taehyun thought that he should be the man in the situation since the person next to him seems like he doesn't want to make any effort in moving (not that he would, of course. that was just how he was, wasn't he?) but before he could, he faced the front and his eyes had met with Yoongi's.

Crap

"And what about the two of you?" he asked, his voice monotonous.

"Ah, I was- um-," Taehyun shrinks in his seat as pairs of eyes burn a hole into his head. He meant to sound confident but he couldn't seem to search for the right words to say so he kept silent afterward.

"You 'was um'?" Yoongi replies, mocking him. "Kang? Choi?"

Taehyun understood why he'd be mad at him, but it was unclear to Taehyun why Yoongi was asking Beomgyu. Unless he had reached out to him or knew why he was absent for the whole week, the raven certainly couldn't have had a way to know about this. Taehyun wonders if Yoongi had actually reached out to Beomgyu in the three weeks he's been missing. 

If Beomgyu had actually made a draft without him just to save his ass -and even if it were vague and messy, he swore he wouldn't ever think bad of the older ever again.

but his hopes were short-lived the moment his music partner opened his mouth.

"Taehyun wouldn't work with me," Beomgyu replies with an edge in his voice.

oh no he fucking didn't.

Taehyun could feel his cheeks heating up. He wanted to fight back, but God, this was embarrassing. Not only was he being falsely accused, but he wouldn't even defend himself. he wanted to stomp up and yell, 'he's fucking lying!', but he realizes it'd only make him seem like a child. and there was no merit in trying to preserve what little dignity he had anyway, because Beomgyu was, in a way, right.

Taehyun didn't want to work with him. he didn't even try to approach him at all. but then again, he went missing, so how the fuck was Taehyun supposed to know?!

This wasn't him at all. Kang Taehyun was the smart kid who asks if they should pass up homework at the last minute when the bell rings. He's not- never someone who got scolded by a teacher.

he doesn't realize the small smile playing on the corner of Yoongi's lips.

"Alright," Yoongi huffs, "Detention for the both of you today,"

"Wh-What?!" Taehyun shoots up from where he had shrunk himself, he went from wanting to be one with the chair to desperately wishing his ears were playing tricks on him,  Detention?! I-"

"That's enough. Talk back to me and I'll make that for a week. Now take out your textbooks and turn to chapter four," Yoongi dismisses him. He stands and turns, starting to write on the whiteboard.

Taehyun slumps, his eyes darkening. He couldn't even ask under what condition he was sending him to detention for. It couldn't be just because he didn't pass up the work, that was ridiculous.

This was Taehyun's first time not doing a given work, anyway. if he was being sent to detention as a consequence of the things his partner had done...

For the first time, he properly glances at Beomgyu who was busy doodling on his desk, seemingly ignoring everything- and especially him, on purpose.

jerk.

Time went by faster than Taehyun had wanted it to and the bell woke him out of his trance. He had been staring at the clef on his textbook, tracing the lines and trying to get rid of the embarrassment that had happened not to long ago. He hopes no one remembers it. Little did he knew no one would care, anyways. No one would even, it was just his mind wanting to make him scared.

He stood up, grabbing his backpack and wanting to just go out and leave. Go straight home and plop on his bed and die of embarrassment. Maybe even pray that Choi Beomgyu had just been a figment of his imagination. that he'd been delusional because of stress.

or wake up knowing he was in a coma and he'd arouse from his slumber to his normal life as someone invisible. That he'd wake up to Beomgyu still in the art class and he was just paired up with another student... something, or other.

He knew it was far-fetched. but hey, when your desperate, your mind wanders.

Just as he was about to step out, he heard Yoongi clearing his throat. He flinches, slowly turning around and his eyes met Yoongi's disapproving one.

"Detention," he blatantly mouthed each syllable. And Taehyun kind of wanted to die. So he really was going to detention for the sole reason that he had not turned in a stupid piece of paper that was supposed to be done with his uncooperative excuse of a partner, huh?

He sighs and walks out. Heading over to the vending machine to grab a snack before heading to the alternate hell. It was going to be an absolutely long day.