"Ethics has been divided in three main divisions." Namjoon walked about as his students took notes on his slide show. "Does anyone know which three those are?"

Everyone looked around, not knowing for sure if Ethics was even divided into anything.

Yoongi, being tired and already bored, grabbed a dry eraser mark and began writing on the board. Just as Namjoon began to talk again, he was interrupted by his apprentice.

"Think E, A, E." He kept writing on the board and the students followed along with their notes. "Eudaemonism bases virtues in human flourishing." Yoongi turned to the class as he then kept on talking. "Flourishing is measured with performing one's distinctive function well." He then looked at Namjoon and motioned for him to give an example.

The younger teacher smirked as he then turned to the class. "In case of humans, Aristotle argued that our distinctive function is reasoning and so the life," He did air quotes as he spoke the next two words, "worth living is one which we reason well."

"A stands for Agent based theory." Yoongi wrote out the name before ultimately tapping the board with the marker. "Short definition, be a role model so that others will want to be the same good you are."

The actual professor chuckled. "Well, long definition, they emphasize that virtues are determined by common sense intuitions that we as observers judge to be admirable traits in others."

A student then raised their hand and Namjoon couldn't help but smile as he called on the student. "Park Jimin."

"This type of division contradicts what we discussed last class." Jimin flipped through the pages of his notebook. "That our actions should never be to gain anything from our good deeds yet here we want others to like us."

Namjoon clicked his tongue, ready for his snarky remark but Yoongi beat him to it. "This theory actually supports said claim. You aren't looking for people to like you, but your person and your self should always portray someone that everyone else wants to be. There's a difference."

"Mister Min is correct..." Namjoon then gave him a face as he got close to him and whispered, "Could you let me teach my class?"

The almost goth boy answered out loud for the whole class to hear. "If I let you teach the rest of the lesson, you'll take forever to explain three divisions as you make unnecessary jokes and puns and mock certain students. Doesn't take that long to explain these."

Namjoon's hand twitched as he shoved both of them inside his pockets. "The other E is for Ethics of care. Proposed predominately by feminist thinkers. It challenges the idea that ethics should focus solely on justice and autonomy, as well as traits like caring and nurturing having to be considered." The professor turned to the class. "Your assignment is to identify a theory or philosopher for each division. Class dismissed."

Jimin raised his hand. "But Mister Kim, what about the extra cre—"

"Class dismissed, Mister Park." Namjoon, even with being so far a distance from Jimin, he gave him a stare that intimidated the boy into just packing his things and following everyone else out the classroom.

The teacher turned to his best friend, an angry look on his face. "This class is two hours long for a reason—"

"So that you cover the material, not show off your hip attitude." Yoongi kicked the desk chair, only slightly. "You waste so much time in jokes, mocking, and playing around that your students learn half the material only."

"And you are one to tell me how to teach my class?"

"Yeah, actually. Cause I took my teaching courses slowly, like anyone else." Yoongi then crossed his arms. "But mister genius got it done in one semester and he thinks he got everything down and that all your students enjoy your class."

"Please Yoongi," Namjoon smirked as he followed the pacing Yoongi. "Your jealousy is showing."

"I'm not jealous of you." Yoongi shook his head as he stopped, turned to face his friend, and pointed up at the student's area. "Half your students hate you. Specially your favorite one. It's so damn obvious yet your genius ass can't fucking see it."

"Us making out says otherwise."

"He was drunk and didn't know it was you." Yoongi then approached his friend and dug his finger on his chest. "He hates you."

Namjoon then pushed him off, scoffing as he tried to keep that smug on his face. "Everyone loves me."

"Cause you are an easy class." The older grabbed his bag and began shoving his books inside. "This is all fake love. You still have the same two outcast friends and you try to ignore it but you can't." He slung the bag onto his shoulder and looked at his friend, who had his head low, bangs over his eyes.

"You can't hide your loneliness through this egotistical facade. This isn't you Joonie. It never was."

"Leave."

Yoongi just watched as the professor sat on his desk and opened up his computer. He sighed and began leaving. "I'm getting someone else to take me home."

The boy then pushed the door open and went out the hall, where he then met a boy with pink hair, acting terribly unnatural.

"You heard that?"

Jimin looked up, laughing nervously. "Don't know what you mean..."

Yoongi sighed and pulled that simple smile that eased Jimin's tension. He couldn't have been talking about him. Jimin wasn't Namjoon's favorite student. He couldn't be.

But the smile soon tensed him up with the words that confirmed what Namjoon had said. "You don't even remember it happened, so act like it didn't. He's not worth it anyways."

And just like that, he walked off and left Jimin to his thoughts.

He grabbed his phone of his pocket and dialed a number hoping he'd be able to get home somehow.

"Hello?"

"Hey Jungkook."

"Oh hey Yoongi hyung, what's up?"

"Uh... so, I pissed off my ride. Is there anyway you can take me home?"

"Oh, I would, but my car broke down. I am getting a ride from Hoseok hyung though, he'd be happy to take you home."

Yoongi scratched his neck as he exited to the parking lot. "I don't know him like that. I don't think I've ever talked to him except for coincidentally seeing him with Jimin..."

"Nonsense! I'll ask him, I'm with him right now."

"No, Kook, I do—"

"Hey Seok, can you give Yoongi a ride too? I don't know, he didn't say. Okay! Hey Yoongi!"

"Yeah?"

"He said yes. Meet us at the parking lot."

"Alright."

He hung up the phone and thought hard.

Jung Hoseok. According to Seokjin, they had class together, but he really couldn't think of anything. He was a music major and last he heard, Hoseok was some type of choreographer.

Yet Hoseok did know Yoongi before Yoongi even knew he existed. So they must have class then. Or maybe he knew him like Jungkook did.

"Hey Hyung!"

Yoongi turned and smiled as he saw Jungkook waving his hand in the air, side by side Hoseok, who had his head down, staring at his phone.

"Hey Kook." Yoongi shook Jungkook's hand before the younger pointed at Hoseok.

"Have you two met?"

Hoseok looked up and smiled as he took off his earphones. "Not properly, no." He put his phone on his back pocket and extended his hand towards the blond in front of him. "Jung Hoseok, stage name, J-Hope."

Yoongi took his hand and flashed his gummy smile as he introduced himself. "Min Yoongi, no stage name yet."

"Yet." The dancer pointed over at the rows of cars and began walking. "My car is pretty far and class is about to end, I don't want to catch any traffic."

"So hyung, how'd you piss off your ride?"

The blond producer scratched the back of his neck and chuckled. "Ah, some people can't handle the truth, specially when they know they are in the wrong. It'll pass." Yoongi smiled and he looked down at his own feet as they walked. "He's always been too nice to stay mad for longer than a day anyways."

"Not the type to hold grudges, huh?" The dance student caught Yoongi's attention as he spoke. "Can't relate. I forgive but never forget."

"I forgive and forget." Jungkook smiled cheekily, showing off those bunny teeth of his. "Everyone deserves forgiveness."

"I don't do either of them." Yoongi shrugged as Hoseok pointed at the car and made the two follow him. "People don't change their ways."

"You don't think so?" The car's owner asked as he opened his door.

The two newly introduced students stared at each other from across the car. Hoseok had a serious look on his face as Yoongi's eyes pierced through his own thoughts.

Who is he?

"Habits can be broken, don't you think?" Hoseok slightly smiled as he then just went inside the driver's seat.

The youngest was quick to jump. "Shotgun!"