"they aren't filthy!"
"y-you still touched me!" yoongi clenched his jaw, still aiming the knife at the taller.
"you kept interrupting!"
"y-you can't just touch me to make me stop!"
"well, i..i'm sorry."
"weak." yoongi mumbled.
"what?" namjoon knitted his brows.
"you sound weak."
"by apologizing?"
"it doesn't work on me, idiot."
"i-idiot?" he widen his eyes. "you're so disrespectful!"
"that's what i go by here. i don't care who you are, kim. chairman's son or not. i will not let you get in my way."
yoongi lowered his knife and just put it back in his pocket. "just go back to class."
"i can't."
yoongi knitted his brows. "why not?"
"you cut my face. the teacher will see it and when i get home, my appa will see it."
"just say you fell."
"i'll earn a bruise instead by falling."
"you're such an asshole." yoongi crossed his arms.
"eh, i'm just saying the obvious."
"whatever."
"what am i supposed to do?"
"it's not my problem."
"yes it is." namjoon knitted his brows. "you draw blood. it's your pocket knife. it's your problem now."
"fine!" yoongi yelled.
the taller flinched a tiny bit by the yelling.
"i'll deal with it." yoongi sighed in annoyance. "sit."
