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This is your first time in detention, and it's all because of stupid farts and even stupider Min Yoongi.

Yes, this is partially your fault too, but his added attitude doesn't help.

The two of you are tasked with cleaning the second floor classrooms, and while you aren't pleased about it, you can at least remain civil. Yoongi can't.

He's been purposely bumping into your shoulder every time you walk past each other, making unnecessary efforts to push your cleaning supplies onto the floor, and he's even gone as far as knocking your bucket of water and spilling it on your (brand new, you might add) shoes. Now, you're safely wiping the windows as he struggles with some nasty gum under the desk.

He deserves it.

You don't even hide your scoff when he finally pulls out the stubborn, sticky residue and grimaces at it getting stuck on his hand and all under his nails. You just got a fresh gel coat done yesterday with April, so you're more than glad that it isn't you who has to do that.  He whips around to you, glaring. It looks like he's about to say something, but he simply grunts and turns around—a very Yoongi thing to do.

It's about five thirty now, and you're almost done with this classroom. One more to go.

In a random burst of spirit, you skip to the cleaning supplies and lift them up. "One classroom left," you say, excited to go home.

Yoongi doesn't reply, as you expected. You guess that the interaction in math class today is all you'll ever hear from him.

He follows behind you with the mop and dirty water bucket, those being the heaviest supplies. Despite being somewhat stroppy, he's actually pretty helpful with the cleaning. He likes to do the more tedious tasks, like mopping and scrubbing desks, which works out great for you.

On your way to the next classroom, footsteps shuffle from behind you. Turning around, you and Yoongi are met with Jungkook, a guy from your first period. It's hard to miss him; he's cute, with fluffy brown locks, a chiseled jawline, and sparkling black pupils that always send girls swooning.

"Y/N," he says, smiling widely and completely ignoring Yoongi's presence. "I've been looking all over for you."

"What's up?" You return the friendly smile. Somewhere in the distance, you hear Yoongi abandon you and continue into the next classroom, probably sensing that this conversation doesn't include him.

"Well, I wanted to tell you that... " Jungkook shifts weight from foot to foot, biting his lips and grabbing tightly onto the hem of his shirt. "I, um..."

He takes a step closer, and you give him an encouraging smile. "What's going on?" you press, trying to get him to make eye contact with you.

Oh no. Is he going to say what you think he'll say?

Stop it, Y/N. Geez, you're getting ahead of yourself again.

"I have a crush on you."

Okay... maybe you aren't.

A blush coats your cheeks as soon as he looks up to you with adorable, round eyes. This isn't the first time you've gotten a confession; you've had guys asking you out at least once a month. Yet, you will never get over the rush of happiness and racing of your heart.

But, you've always been good at knowing your limits. In the beginning, it was hard to believe that guys liked you at all. You had come from a school where guys were straight up making fun of you, but when you got rid of those nasty bangs, learned how to use face masks, and perfected your eye-liner, everything changed. They'd suddenly do you favors, buy you snacks, or other random endeavors. Needless to say, a confession flatters you, but doesn't move you. Had you been in your awkward, prepubescent form, they wouldn't even spare you a glance.

"Jungkook, that's really sweet, thank you," you start, ready to use the usual I'm-sorry-I-don't-like-you-like-that-but-I'm-sure-you're-an-awesome-guy response. "But—"

"No, it's okay." He shakes his head, looking up and plastering on another smile, though this one is a bit more strained. "I know you don't like anyone right now," he furiously laughs, "I'm just, I don't know, letting you know?"

"Oh, um, thanks. I guess?" You're at a loss for words.

Usually, you'd comfort the guy or at least tell them good luck with the next girl, but the sudden change in script is throwing you off.

He helplessly sighs. "Just—I don't want you to be surprised."

"Surprised?"

"I'm competing with like, five other guys for you," he explains, "If one of us can date you, then we'll not only get a lot of money, but we'll also get a hot girlfriend."

Maybe you should be happy about having so many suitors, but your heart sinks to the bottom of your stomach. Is this an actual game to see who can get together with you? Your feelings shouldn't be treated like this... right?

"Could I get your number? That'll put me ahead of the others and I'd also be able to text you. Let's hang out sometime."

"Hold up, I—"

"Don't worry, I won't force you to date me unless you want to."

"Uh, I don't know how I feel about that..." you trail off with nervous laughter. "You're asking me for a favor, not a date."

"Well, the favor is you going on a date with me." Cheekily smiling, he reaches for the phone in your front shirt pocket, but you swerve away.

"No," you respond sharply, but remember that you have to be nice, or else rumors will spread about you being a bitch. "I'm busy, sorry. I'm sure some other girl would love to go with you, though."

"You don't have to play hard to get, Y/N." He rolls his eyes as if he knows what you're thinking. He doesn't. "Look, I'll make it fun, okay? We can go to the mall and I'll even buy you clothes and makeup or whatever. That's what girls like, right?"

"I'm flattered, thank you... but I don't think I want to."

You're starting to get annoyed now. Jungkook is usually pretty quiet in class, but he's one of the loudest when hanging out with his little group of friends. You've only noticed him from afar, not ever really forming an opinion on him. But now, you know that he's just like all other guys, practically. You don't like them.

"Well let me change your mind then!"

Just as you're about to refuse again, the door from the nearby classroom slides open and creaks, taking you and Jungkook out of the conversation.

Yoongi stands at the door frame, mop in hand. "I finished mopping already," he says, "Can you help me with the desks?"

"Yes! Of course." Seeing this as an opportunity to leave, you practically leap into the classroom. "Bye Jungkook!"

He looks like he's going to call out and stop you, but you slam the door closed before he gets the chance.

Back pressing against the door, you let out a sigh of relief. Being in that situation meant that you'd have to find more ways to politely reject him, and even if you're nice about it, he'd probably still talk behind your back like other guys have done in the past.

"She's so stuck up."

"She literally thinks that she's better than everyone so she rejected me."

"Her loss."

It's always encounters like these that make you feel like going back to how things were before. You hate how high schoolers are so fucking shallow, but at the same time, you also feed into the stupid system. Why can't you just not care about what other people think?

"Here." Yoongi throws you a plain cloth, and you barely catch it successfully. He cracks his back, heads to the back row of tables, and sits down to pick at the gum underneath. It takes you a moment to realize that he's telling you to wipe the windows.

"Wait," you start, rushing to him and grabbing the back of his chair to urge him out. "I'll do the desks. You said you needed help with them, right? I feel bad for only wiping windows and dusting."

"It's fine," he mumbles, "I don't mind."

You pout. He's been doing the mopping and sweeping too. It's only now that you realize how useless you've been, checking your phone for notifications every ten to fifteen minutes just to see the five or six new likes accumulate on your latest Instagram post.

"But I do," you insist. And afterall, he helped you—though indirectly—by asking you to come back inside. And if he asked for help with desks earlier, why is he refusing now? "You can wipe the windows this time."

You also feel a teensy bit bad for trying to frame him for farting. Just a teensy bit.

"You shouldn't."

With a frown, you ask, "Why?"

He simply points to the general area below your waist. You search every crevice of your mind for an explanation.

No way.

It can't be.

He's pointing to... your vagina? Is he saying that because you're a girl, you can't do manual labor?

Maybe a part of you should be endeared by his attempt to be considerate, but you're fuming. Just because you're a girl does not mean that you can't do shit. Also, does he really have to point to your hoo-hah to make the point? That's such a violation of your body, and shows how he's not doing this because he cares; he's doing this to keep his ego in check.

First, Jungkook straight up tells you he wants to date you for social status, and now Yoongi is pointing to your lady parts to indicate that you're weak. Why are there only misogynistic pigs at this school?

"Are you serious?" You scoff, placing a hand on your hip. "Are you saying that I can't do more physically demanding jobs because I have a vagina?" You rarely raise your voice at people, or at least, you try not to, but it's hard with the added frustration of your previous encounter with Jungkook and this one.

"Uh—"

"Because you're wrong." You cross your arms and storm to the window. "I, along with all other females, am more than capable of doing menial tasks such as scraping gum off of desks and mopping—historically, it's also women who did that more than men—but if you want to do it so badly then—"

"Hold on," he chuckles, because this is funny, apparently. "I wasn't trying to say that at all."

You snap your head around, still aggressively wiping the window and annoyed that he interrupted your tirade. "Then what were you trying to say?"

"Your nails," he deadpans, pointing to the general area below your waist again, except this time you realize he's pointing towards your hands. "They'd get ruined. My mom always complains about how pricey they are."

Oh.

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im so sorry to put you through this much second hand embarrassment. also this book got more attention than i thought it would??  140 reads?? what T^T i love y'all sm haha and never forget that you're hot :D

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