*Jimin's POV*

"Wha-wha-what do you mean, sansaengnim?" I stuttered. What the hell...  I flinched.

"Park Jimin!" She spinned on her heels and glared at me. I can tell she saw me flinched. "It was you, wasn't it." She didn't make it a question, more like a statement.

"No-no-no, I didn't." , why can't I stop stuttering?

"I saw JungKook and Hoseok oppa do it too," Choo Hee raised her hand like a good school girl. She was pulling off an innocent look and I looked at the mentioned names in a grim way. I can tell the teacher believes her. 

"Well then," the teacher went back to her desk and grabbed three detention slips. My eyes widened. Oh hell no! I never got a detention before! I groaned. My mom is going to kill me. "Detention." She walked to each one of us. I don't like this teacher. I can never get away with anything from her. "For a whole week."

"What?!" Me, Jungkook, and Hoseok hyung yelled at the same time. 

"I can't do that!" JungKook yelped.

"You're not even my homeroom teacher," Hoseok hyung gave her an itimidating glare. "You can't do this."

"Please," the teacher turned her back on him. "I can." she slowly sat down at her desk. "I will." She finally faced him. "And I did." 

"Screw this." He took the detention slip and, keeping his eyes locked on the teacher, ripped the paper in half. "I don't have time for this."

He then decided it was the best time to be disrespectful. Even though I don't like this teacher, Hoseok hyung despised her. And if looks can kill, then the teacher would be be dead three times over. 

"Sunna,