My first mistake, letting a pretty face with a pout control me. 

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"I had a thought."

I shoot him a look.

"I swear it's a good one this time!" he exclaims.

I remember the last time he said the exact same line. 

Taehyung had thought it would be really fun to drown Mr. Choi's seat with lots of superglue. He bore some kind of hatred after the old man stole the Pokemon plushies he'd brought to class. His area looked like some kind of prizes section you'd see on carnival games.

We'd managed to get inside the classroom a few minutes before break would finish. As expected, the idiot managed to mess up and empty 2 packages' worth of glue onto the desk. I was facing his back crouched in front of the teacher's seat lathering the glue onto it when I accidentally stumbled sideways and pushed him hard against the table. 

His pants were stuck. 

I tried separating him with force, but it was useless, the table moved together with him. It had to be some kind of ridiculous karma as the bell rang. 

Taehyung shrieked. 

Disoriented, I hastily bent down and tried to pry off his navy blue pants with my hands. I ignored the awkward expression that flitted across his face. It was his fault in the first place.

A sudden slam of the door made us freeze. Just with our luck, Mr. Choi stood in the entrance, wrinkled face turning red as he observed his male student with an uneasy face colored pink and another female student hunched over on her knees, hands gripping the boy's pants. Desperate for the man to not get the wrong idea, I yanked myself off the brunette only to hit my head on the chair behind me, of which I covered with glue.

Needless to say, I grew a reputation. 

And I needed a new haircut.

I shake my head out my thoughts, short black hair tickling my face and continued eating. 

But Taehyung was insistent. He refused to eat his lunch, shoulders down and lips pouting out until I reply to his "great" idea.

I roll my eyes. 

"What's your new master plan, oh wise one?" I decide to humor him. Listening to his plan was of no harm. Acting on it is another story.

He leans forwards, shooting gazes left and right, making sure no one was looking before he let out his famous grin. 

I unconsciously follow his movements.

"Let's go to the party at Hoseok's tonight!"

I raise a brow.