“Um, what are you doing?”

Jimin swiveled. Uh oh. This was bad. Very very bad.

Park Sooyoung with her beady little eyes pointed hysterically to his paper. Before Jimin could utter another word she bellowed so loudly Jimin rocked in his chair

“MISS! PARK JIMIN JUST DOODLED SOMETHING NAUGHTY ON HIS PAPER!”

The class that had mere moments ago held onto silence for their dear survival on this weeks’ spelling test, erupted. There were three types of people in the class of 4B. First, there were the ones that giggled quietly like a hiccoughing pig. Second, there were the systematic intellectuals whom growled at the slightest brush of sound. Third, there were the hooting monkeys that inevitably joined the party.

“OOH OOH OOOOOH LET ME SEEE!”

Jimin snatched up his paper as a dozen boys leapt out of their desks heading straight for his direction. Flushing beyond the existence of red, Jimin stood up protesting at the sudden invasion of his privacy.

“Okay class, settle, I SAID SETTLE!” Mrs. Lee raised her hand disapprovingly. “Miss. Park, what did I say about speaking with your hand up? And for heaven’s sake – Hoseok sit down, now! Joonie that includes you! You’d think the class president would set a better example!” Mrs. Lee crossed her arms thoroughly done with the entire back row that was out of their seats.

“But Mrs. Lee! I did put my hands up,” Sooyoung blinked innocently twisting her hair.

“Please wait until I give you permission next time.”

“Permission for what?”

“To speak.” Mrs. Lee gave her a withering glare.

“As for you Mr. Park, please do save your personal daytime hobbies outside of school hours.”

Jimin propped his elbow on the desk so that his hand was now squashing against his chin. All he drew was a banana. He was hungry.

“Now where were we… yes! ‘Serial’. Tricky word, tricky indeed–“

Jimin whispered out the corner of his unmoving mouth within the earshot of his partner. “You are so dead.”

Park Sooyoung edged closer to his seat. “Well the thing is… at least I can draw.”

“–Now this word isn’t your typical eating breakfast ‘cereal’, it’s a homophone –“

Jimin whispered furiously. “For your information, it was a banana.”

“–and what are homophones again? “

Sooyoung tilted her neck coyly as if to suggest otherwise. “Right, and that’s not your ears going red.”

“–Yes Jungkook! What do you th