Ms. Xi was just as shrewd as YeongMi remembered. She sat across from the Disciplinary Teacher, analyzing every wrinkle on her forever-frowning face. 

"You have been warned of the consequences if you misbehave, have you not? And yet here you are." 

YeongMi resisted the urge to roll her eyes, "I didn't even do anything wrong, I hadn't even hit her, so what's the problem?"

"With your record, you're lucky you won't be expelled for raising your voice."

YeongMi bit her tongue, settling for mocking the elderly woman in her head. Ms. Xi was not one to be meddled with, and YeongMi didn't feel like spending anymore time with her, so she did her best to hold back the insulting words that were pushing at her throat.

"I trust you know how this works? See me after classes."

"Yeah," YeongMi mumbled moodily.

YeongMi scowled as she left the office, but her face soon shifted as she noticed the sheepish boy leaning against the wall across from her.

"I wasn't sure if you would want me here, but I just...."

YeongMi sighed, before holding her hand out, and Namjoon grinned, rocketing towards her to hold her hand.

"I'm sorry about this week, Joon."

"I know, I know, but you can't help how you feel. I understand, you need space sometimes."

YeongMi frowned, "stop being so nice. It makes me nervous."

Namjoon paused, "why?"

YeongMi was almost annoyed at how serious Namjoon was. "Not in a bad way, I'm just not used to it."

"Why not? I've been nice in the past, haven't I?"

YeongMi sighed, "of course. I'm just still not used to it. I don't deserve to be treated so nicely, and it makes me feel bad that you're wasting time on me."

Namjoon froze, "Yeo, kindly shut up. You deserve everything and more, you're not allowed to talk like that, not if I can help it."

YeongMi cocked her eyebrow at Namjoon. "And how are you planning on getting everything for me?"

Namjoon chuckled, "I'll do my best for you."

"You already have," YeongMi leaned against Namjoon, another heavy sigh leaving her lips.

"You're sighing a lot these days," Namjoon commented, and YeongMi could only nod. 

"It's lunch time, do you want to go out?"

"I'm in the mood for a different meal..."

Namjoon looked at YeongMi to make sure he was interpreting correctly.

"Let's go to your studio."