THE PRIVILEGED

DEIMOS SPACECRAFT // MARCH 27TH 2937

A SONG TO SET THE MOOD: OVERTHINKING — ACID GHOST

CHAPTER 6: A PLACE FULL OF LIARS AND MISFITS

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Park Jimin grumbled and leased out a hefty sigh, thrusting his miniature hands into his enormous pockets. He violently shook his head from side to side in unalloyed frustration while he shuffled down the lengthy hallway.

The ceiling lights hummed, filament consuming them as they grew dimmer and dimmer, meaning that they needed to be replaced soon.

"Stupid bitch," he mumbled to himself, booting angrily at a nearby trash can and observing as it plummeted to the metal flooring with a booming clang.

He nearly skyrocketed out of his ironed jeans when the sound of a resonating alarm erupted from the overhead intercom.  His heart rate was accelerating out of his tightening chest, the sounds of thump, thump, thump augmented by the millisecond.

What alarmed him the most was the deafening robotic voice that began to speak obnoxiously, it pierced through the once inaudible atmosphere.  The sudden thunderous noises made Jimin just about piss his undergarments.

"Senior Vice Janitor Park Jimin to Sector B for trash clean up, because that is your job now, to pick your mess up with your bare hands," said the automated system, specifically programmed for unreasonable announcements.

Another dense punishment —which was his temporary occupation outside of school, to be a poorly treated janitor, slaving for the people of Deimos.  There was no exact reasoning to why he had received this deed to forcibly clean up other people's nauseating garbage everyday for an entire week.

His eyelids twitched erratically when a stifled but familiar giggle was heard, "Do you need me to take a big dumb crap on the floor so you have something else to clean up instead of trash?"

The ridiculed voice came from another student with dark colored hair, it was almost pitch black and cataclysmic.  He had choppy bangs that fell over his sharp brow, as they dipped into his slightly mono-lidded and doe shaped orbs. 

Orbs that contained an infinite amount of curiosity and determination; they held billions of chocolate colored galaxies within them.  His nose was rather large and hooked at the bottom; it complimented his thin, pink lips and bronze skin.

It was no other than Jeon Jungkook, his best friend.

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"He sounds like a loser," Jin spoke his mind, finding amusement in Jungkook's indignant reaction.

"Shut up and let me finish, you bitch."

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"Silence Junglebook," Jimin spat with an apathetic, sassy-sounding tone.

Jungkook was just about as unpleasant as Jimin when it came to misbehaving and slacking off during crucial class sessions.

He swiped his hand through the air in an attempt to wave it off and cover his utter embarrassment and slight amusement at the elder's sickening locution.

It was a nickname that the blond had came up with a couple of months back, and Jungkook continued to detest the crude name.

Jimin covered his endearing beam with his dainty hand as he laughed so hard, he almost shed a tear. 

"So, what brings you here?" Jungkook asked incongruously, beginning to walk along with the elder, leaving the mess created behind them.

"I have detention and I'm getting beat with a wooden paddle for kicking some loser in the nuts," he began, pausing to step closer to Jungkook, a little too close for comfort. "But he deserved it because he slapped a girl's ass."

This wasn't his first rodeo in getting a severe punishment, and it definitely wouldn't be his last. Jimin didn't pay any heed to the patronizing authorities that though they're all that.

Jungkook found himself treading away from Jimin in a frantic manner, ignoring his trifling habit of invading his personal space, "I got detention for not listening in class and looking out of a stupid window.  Professor Jang started lecturing me about how important it is to pay the fuck attention to her stupid lessons."

"Professor Jang is a whore; she cheated on her husband," remarked the blond with a scant giggle.

Of course everyone on Deimos knew about the totally unconfirmed rumors about her sleeping with another professor. But her husband, Mr. Jang, was never informed of that dreadful matter, and things were better off to keep the remaining phenomenon unheard. 

"Well that's nice to know," he sarcastically mocked his words, not bothering to be concerned in the slightest regarding what was just presumed. 

Jungkook had greater things to do rather than taking notice of an exasperating parrot squawking unimportant knowledge. The sounds of incoherent yapping always manifested itself all over Jungkook, as Jimin was usually with him.

There was always some type of drama going on, Deimos was definitely not the epitome of flawlessly disciplined children and adults.  It was full of rich, spoiled brats that always seemed to claw at each other's throats for no reason in particular.

Adolescent boys and girls abided in the hopes to climb the social ladder to eventually reach the pinnacle of it from gaining enough stupendous admiration. 

Deimos ought to be the most wonderful place in the potentially hostile galaxy, but in reality it was full of snot-nosed and entitled ass kissers.

Jimin and Jungkook were both just as pampered, but they weren't debauched snobs that went around barking like the boy who cried wolf.

Neither of them paid any heed to how much fame they had, nor were the two concerned about how rich they could possibly be. As long as they had each other's backs, they would be immaculately fine, like two peas in a pod.

They could be described as carefree and obedient –excluding the fact that they both had an upcoming detention for various, protracted hours. Hell, that was going to be just fine and simple, or so they thought.

"Jungkook?" Jimin suddenly commenced, pausing to fiddle with his infant-sized fingers. "Are you the one that's supposed to be watching me while I get paddled? I know it's a weird question but the idiot who gave me detention said someone would be watching me."

Jimin would rather it be Jungkook than anybody else in all honesty.  It was because Jungkook wouldn't shame him for it, he was a genuine and tender confidante who couldn't give a single fuck about what others thought and what they did.

Adding onto that, it wasn't his first time witnessing Jimin experiencing the authorities's grueling chastising.

"I'm not sure, but most likely yes," he replied as they reached their destination, slowly shuffling into the bygone, raggedy classroom meant for detention with Jimin slyly tagging along behind him.  "I won't judge you, and I hope you know that. So don't stress about it."

Yes, Jimin did specifically know that for a matter of fact, and he also predicted that Jungkook would apprise him of something like that.

Jungkook also vowed to himself that he was going to commit a massive homicide to whomever caused this to happen.

"Greetings to you two brats," a raspy and deep voice intruded through the deafening atmosphere. This definitely wasn't going to end well judging the fact of where the vexatious remark came from.

The shorter of the two felt his rapidly beating heart burst out of his thorax in anticipation and alarm.

The person that was least expected to be there was situated right before them at a metal desk.  A wicked beam overcame his grisly face, as he twinkled from ear to ear, it was an evil smile that belonged to a wretch.

"Not Mr. Yang!" They cried out in an unforeseen unison, their eyes rapidly growing as wide as saucers by the subsequent.

This was not going to be salubrious in a marginal sliver; Mr. Yang was the devil himself, possibly even worse than that.  Jimin did not want to be spanked and degraded like a toddler by that periling imbecile, he was even known for causing trouble with other people on Deimos for no certain rationale.

The man solitarily chortled in retort, rising up from his chair, "I suppose you are my only clients today? This is going to be fun pestering you two for a full hour," he halted his sentence in notion, "I also have quite the surprise for you that is not in the classroom; we'll begin detention after I show you what it is."

Mr. Yang always looked to have a number of odd tricks up his sleeve, just to piss people off for his own enjoyment. So Jimin decided to test his limits and play along in one of his usual noggin games.

"What kind of 'surprise' is it?" Jimin questioned his statement, making air quotes in a way to mock his peculiar locution. "A bag of candy? A dildo? A pile of shit?"

Jungkook found himself sniggering at Jimin's snarky remarks, the boy obviously didn't have a filter.  Jimin almost always resorted to chastising with his intellect and he continuously remained rebellious to the higher-ups around him.

His expression fell to the floor when he caught a teensy glimpse of the look on Mr. Yang's face when he roared in aggravation, "Park Jimin! Jeon Jungkook! First of all, watch your language and behave yourselves, or your punishments will be far worse than they already are!

Second, behaving like this will only make your punishments worse in the future, I'd advise you to stop this."

The pair bowed their heads downwards along with a silent, mouthed apology.  Mr. Yang appeared to buy it and forgave them with an approving nod, maybe he wasn't as atrocious as they believed he was. 

"Now, if you two will come along with me. Chop chop! We don't have much time for you two to frolic around like butterflies in a garden!" He ordered, physically beckoning for them to follow him as he tramped his way out of the room.

"Yes, sir," they shamefully tagged along behind him, curiously watching his every step.

To them, Mr. Yang was a rock, strong and solid, his world full of wisdom and comprehension. However, he was also a total douche bag, especially after what he was planning to do to Jimin and Jungkook.

The walk was silent, bliss blooming in the deafening atmosphere, making a shudder glissade straight down Jimin's spine.  The hallway filled with ambience was unusually uncanny. 

"Where exactly are you taking us?" The brunet raised a confused brow, scratching at his ink shaded, matted locks.

Jungkook definitely confirmed the corridor they trudged down disconsolately was unfamiliar, a spectral feeling whispered throughout the tedious hallway.  He's never been to this part of the spacecraft, which was an awfully seemingly hazardous zone based from the fact that not a single soul could be discerned.

"You'll see. Patience, my friend," he solely stated, folding his bygone, wrinkled hands behind his back. His excruciating anger slowly subsided; his facial appearance grew into somewhat a relaxed state.

Everything felt peculiar, like an unfortunate occurrence was bound to happen with such an unpredictable man like Mr. Yang. But it was most likely one of his devious jokes being played on the two for their own humorous humiliation.

"This doesn't feel right," Jungkook mouthed to his companion. Jimin dumbly shrugged, not bothering to care in the slightest. "Something about this is really odd."

For a boy two years older than him, Jimin wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed.  And there was clear evidence to for that affair.

Jungkook let his eyes roll to the rear of his head with a tsk, Jimin was too blinded by his own bothers to acknowledge Jungkook's dubious action.

He let himself intake a sharp inhalation. Seeing what was before them made him almost dash away from the treacherous scene.  It was an airlock, its glass doors steadfastly sealed shut with a compact room behind it along with a second door.

"Wait a minute, isn't any area near airlocks off limits to professors and students?" Realization struck Jimin, at last he perceived where Jungkook was going with his inestimable pondering: "We shouldn't be here! We'll get arrested if we're caught!" He threw his arms in the air, attempting to form a salient statement.

A written law in the repulsive society of Deimos was to never step within a eight foot radius of an airlock —an airtight room with two entrances.  One to enter it and one to step into the masterless vacuum, called outer space. 

They were also equipped with an escape pod in case of drastic measures that led to an uncommon emergency. The escape pod was a a capsule or craft used to escape from a vessel in emergencies; usually they're only big enough for one individual.

Fortunately, Deimos was equipped with those that were meant for two bodies, it was also an engrossing way to find the dangerous pathway to Earth itself. Things like these could save lives and occasionally take them from time to time if a malfunction caused one to explode into dinky segments.

In spite of that, the purpose of the airlocks were to allow thoroughly trained astronauts to venture outside of the ship only for repairing any technological issues. 

Not even a lone corporeal was allowed to step foot inside due to safety measures ever since a former educator was thrown out of one and into space by a group of mischievous students.

She was left to freeze and expire. And the students? They were executed on the spot, despite the fact that some of them were minors.

Ever since then, even capacitated politicians and authorities had the strict orders enforced on them; nobody had the granted permission to access them nor was anyone allowed to saunter around these menacing airlocks.

The eldest restrained a deceitful cackle, "I suppose that you two would probably believe it's wrong to go on a nice little space walk?"

A space walk? That would be suicide to go out there without a space suit; they would even get arrested if they "survive" entering the airlock.

"We don't even have space suits, and that's illegal; we'll get killed. How the hell do you expect us to go out there? Are you out of your mind?" Jungkook spoke up, pushing against his own limitless terror.

The brunet decided to speak his mind. In a situation like this, he couldn't respect a man that strived to commit an offense.  He might be a troublemaker, but shattering the law was not proceeding to happen on his watch.

They halted in their steps, refusing to inch any further as Mr. Yang egged them on with a conceited simper.  It was an obvious trap.

"I'm sure it won't be too bad," he ceased the sentence, stuffing a trembling hand into his coat pocket, "I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy it!"

What he pulled out was a murderous weapon, a sleek, matte handgun. His harrowing smile grew impossibly wider when he raised his arm up, aiming the pistol straight in their direction in a threatening manner.

Jungkook found himself frozen in pure shock, optics enlarging at a rapid pace. His jaw hung open in dread, he held his hands up besides his chest, shaking his head wildly.

Guns were his greatest fear, he wasn't capable of daring to face them alone with or without a method to defend himself. Even eyeing the sight of an officer with one could virtually send him into a full fledged panic attack, especially after all of the scenes that once flashed before his perplexing eyes.

Jungkook almost found himself choking back a desperate sob. It was a life or death situation at this point. And Jungkook wanted to chose life over anything; living might've been hell, but he was too agitated by the thought of becoming a decomposing corpse.

"Oh my gawd-!" Jimin abruptly bellowed, his tone quavered with dismay, lower lip visibly wobbling. "He's got a gun! He's got a fucking gun!"

Jungkook made an educated guess; Jimin felt the same way that he did, maybe a little bit less frightened or vaguely a bit more to a certain degree. Jimin usually gave him the impression that he was too cocky to fear his little, dejected existence.

"Now, if you'd please step into the airlock, and I'll be out of your hair. A place full of liars and misfits doesn't deserve you two.  You're inconsistently divergent, and you don't belong here," Mr. Yang notified and he cocked the gun.

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END OF CHAPTER SIX

A/N
Hehehe I love suspense.

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