while in the storage room, yoongi came to know everyone's names.

the short, angry boy who had thrown punches at taehyung was jimin, and the two who had come in an attempt to break up the fight were his friends, jungkook and seokjin.

taehyung lit up a cigarette as they were cleaning, sitting on a desk in the corner to smoke it, not even sparing the others a glance.

"hey," yoongi said. "you caused this shit. mind helping out?"

taehyung rolled his eyes. "i haven't smoked a cigarette all day. fuck off."

unwilling to get into another fight on school grounds, yoongi opted to ignore the boy for the rest of the afternoon. he really couldn't be bothered with the task of whipping the brat into shape. he seemed impossible to restrain, teenage angst and fire burning the eyes of whoever dared to share his gaze. a rebellious, angry piece of shit was what he was, and yoongi hated him.

as if school wasn't exhausting enough, he now had an obnoxious kid disrupting the sliver of peace he could find in the building. he wanted to go home and sleep.

yoongi sat down beside taehyung. "give me a cigarette."

taehyung smirked, clearly amused. his eyes lit up with curiousity, the menacing gaze momentarily gone. "you smoke?"

"yes. give me one before i punch your balls."

"and why do i have to give you a cigarette?"

yoongi side eyed him. suddenly, getting into another fight didn't seem like such a bad idea.

"because you're the reason why i'm still on school grounds at this hour," yoongi snarled. "i should be home, asleep. i work a fucking graveyard shift tonight."

"oh? me too."

taehyung grinned, taking a drag of his own cigarette and blowing it into yoongi's face.

this kid.

"okay, fine, fine." taehyung slipped a cigarette into yoongi's open palm. "i stole them from my dad, anyways."

yoongi reached into his pocket and lit it, putting it between his lips. "now get your ass up and get some work done. don't you want to get home too?"

taehyung shrugged, picking at the scab on his lip. yoongi could almost say that he looked sad, then, eyes unfocused and empty as he let out another puff of smoke. "dad's gonna be fucking pissed when he finds out i got into a fight." he finally stood up, stretching his arms and dropping the cigarette. "guess i'll do a bit of work, though. only cause you really look like you want to kill me."

* * *

cleaning the storage room the next day felt like less of a hassle, taehyung working with a cigarette slipped between his lips the entire time. he actually seemed to be pulling his share of work, surprisingly, all the while with a scowl on his face.

when jimin and jungkook decided to have a sword fight using brooms, taehyung briefly stopped working to sit back at a desk and watch.

"jimin! jungkook!" seokjin called. "stop fooling around, will you? if one of you gets hurt, i'm not going to bother taking you to the nurse."

"doesn't matter!" jungkook huffed, jabbing at jimin. "i'm gonna win!"

"yeah, funny, fucking bunny looking ass," jimin retorted.

"bunny?" taehyung repeated, laughing. "god, you motherfuckers have the weirdest nicknames."

yoongi was unamused when taehyung joined them.

"fools, that's what they are," he muttered to namjoon. "fucking idiots are only making us stay longer."

namjoon snorted, piling chairs onto one another. "join them. i'm sure you'd love to beat their asses."

"i'd also love to beat yours."

when they finished for the day, they all sat down at desks, exhausted.

"kim taehyung, i will have your head on a stick if you don't shut the fuck up right now." yoongi ran a hand through his hair, rolling his eyes. "god. i'm heading out."

taehyung gave him a sideways smile, and as yoongi left the room, he called after him.

"see you tomorrow, yoongs!"

* * *

the day that taehyung got called out for sleeping during class was not a pretty one.

the teacher paused while teaching, glancing at taehyung and raising an eyebrow.

"kim taehyung!"

taehyung didn't stir until the teacher walked to his desk and rapped on it with his open palm. taehyung raised his head from the desk, squinting up at the teacher, still half asleep.

yoongi scoffed.

"i've let you off easy for the past few days, but that won't be the case anymore," the teacher said. "you either stay awake during class, or you leave."

taehyung rubbed his eyes, yawning and stretching his arms. he then smirked and straightened out his blazer, clearing his throat as he stood up. without a word, he picked up his backpack and tried to push past the teacher, only to be stopped by a stern hand to the chest.

"what do you think you're doing?"

"you said i either stay awake or leave," taehyung said. "so i'm going to leave."

yoongi could barely hold back his laugh. this kid was ridiculous; he was definitely going to end the semester with more detentions than classes attended.

"not everyone is able to get an education. i would advise you to stay seated and listen to my lesson."

taehyung laughed obnoxiously, a hand over his stomach. "why? so i can go to college and become a fucking corporate slave? absolutely not."

he then slipped past the teacher.

"you do not use that language in my classroom."

"then i'll use it elsewhere, if you'll excuse me." he gave the teacher a mocking salute. "see you tomorrow."

the teacher was left flabbergasted.

yoongi was intrigued.

a/n: i know i know i haven't gotten to the angst yet ashdhdhd hold tight pls