No Promises

I

Yoongi's POV:

"Mr. Min." The school principal's voice cuts through the flow of Moonlight Sonata that was playing loudly through my earbuds. I tug one from my ear and look up at him sharply.

"What?" It comes out snappy, but he only sighs, unaffected by my harsh tone.

"Where," He starts, sounding ridiculously tired, but he doesn't have the right to. If anyone does, I do. "Have you been for the past 3 days?"

"Gone." I say, and I don't know why he bothers to ask, anymore. The response is the same whenever he asks, the question coming to be nothing more than a nuisance. Why does he pretend he cares if I'm gone? "If that wasn't obvious."

"My office. Now."

"No." It comes out so quickly that he looks surprised for a moment before his stare grows hard. "I've got somewhere to be." It's a weak attempt to escape what I know is inevitable, but the guy remains unamused.

"Yes, you're right." He states, and I almost think he'll let me go, but then he continues. "It's my office. Let's go."

He turns on his heel and waits for me to follow him into his office. I end up obeying before he even tries to threaten me with the police. They're far from empty ones, and I don't need the cops on me again.

His office is somewhat large, would be impressive if it weren't an unorganized mess.

"Can you make it quick?" I plead, stooping so low only because I have a dealer waiting on me, and if I don't show up I'm literally dead.

"Sit." He orders, ignoring my question, and I do so immediately in hopes it will cause him to hurry.

"Now, Mr. Min, you've been missing for 3 days." He sounds terribly condescending, but I hold back on the urge to call him out on it. "I've called your parents, but they keep telling me I have the wrong number. I'll need that 'new' number, if that's the case."

"The number hasn't changed." I say, and it isn't a lie. If they aren't taking the calls, it's because they're sick of being reminded I exist.

"Well, something did. We've assigned you to our top student in class. They'll tutor you and keep you out of trouble." He says it as though it's going to help me. It's not, they've tried this before, and the loser never even showed up.

Guess they were worried the school's little fuck-up would ruin their reputation.

"Miss Park?" He turns towards the door, voice kinder than when addressing me. "Please, come on in."

Miss? Ah, so it's a girl? I find myself hoping she's attractive, it's been at least a week since I've had someone to go after. Prey, I think that's what the students call it when I pick a new conquest.

She walks in, her strides are small and expression soft but detached. Her hair is long, falls in straight tresses down to her waist, and her eyes are pretty. They're dark and shine with the room's light in a way that's so beautiful it makes the fact they're so blank ignorable. I doubt it will take very long for me to fuck her, and she'll leave right after she realizes it's all I want.

"Hi, I'm Park Eunji." She says, and she speaks formally in Seoul dialect, a sweet smile on her lips. God, I want to ruin her. "I'll be your tutor."

"Hi," I say abruptly, before turning to the principal with a bored expression. "Are we done here?"

"Please exchange numbers," He sighs out, irritants clear in his tone, but the feeling is extremely mutual. "And then, you may go."

She takes the sticky note he offers her and picks a pen up from the desk. As she writes her name and number down, I accept a note and pen to do the same. We switch notes, her's quickly being crumpled and shoved deep into the pocket of my jacket before I rush out without saying bye.