"Song Shindae!"

"Yes, sir?" Shindae responded after a silence had fallen.

The male teacher didn't respond immediately, allowing an uncomfortable silence to fall. He eyed Yoongi, the group of students behind him and lastly his eyes locked on the brunette's figure. His eyes narrowed as his stern gaze scanned the girl's posture with disapprovement. The girl couldn't care less about the teacher's judgemental gaze on her. She knew exactly why she was being silently reprimanded. Or at least, she thought she did.

"Watch your language, Song Shindae." He warned, as expected.

Her fingers curled in a fist, upon hearing a familiar snickering behind her. Min Yoongi.

"Anyway... I need to speak with you and Min Yoongi." The teacher informed soon after. "So would you mind following me?"

"Why?" Yoongi almost immediately responded. "You can just tell us here."

The teacher eyed him with irritation evident in his eyes. A sigh escaped him as his head turned gazing around the class, facing the two dozen pair of anticipating eyes. He opened the brown folder in his hands and flipped a few pages. It took him a few moments to find the file he was looking for. Before he proceeded, the teacher eyed the two addressed students once more, giving them another disapproving gaze. Both Yoongi and Shindae seemed annoyed by this behaviour and almost voiced out their thoughts. Get to the point.

"Both Song Shindae and Min Yoongi haven't signed up for extracurricular activities. Meaning that you are not part of a club, a sport, or any studygroup within the school. The application date has already expired and you, Miss Song Shindae, have to complete several hours of club activities, to graduate. While Mr. Min Yoongi here, has to fill in those hours to proceed to his second year."

The two let the explanation sink in, before replying simultanuously. "Are you kidding me?"

Hearing the other speak as well, both students eyed each other. Yoongi donning a smirk and Shindae her trademark of the day, the scowl.

"No, as a matter of fact, I am not. Either you two sign up for a club before this class hour ends, or you get one assigned by me. The teachers will keep your attendance in check. So make sure you do it properly."

The middle aged man arched an eyebrow at the grunts coming from both students. Yoongi let out a dramatic sigh, while Shindae kicked an unoccupied chair. 

"Screw this." Yoongi muttered under his breath.

"This is such bull." Shindae murmured to herself.

A loud smack caught both of their attentions. The teacher stood unfazed in his spot, with the folder smacked shut in between his two palms. It was obvious where that sound had come from. The two students, while half turned away from the man, eyed him once again with disagreement evident. There was no way that Shindae would give in to this ridiculous rule. Whoever had come up with the extracurricular activities matter, would get a piece of her mind in the near future. At least that was the plan.

"Art club, both of you. Under my supervision. Be present at half past 3." The teacher concluded and with that made his exit from the scene.

"The art club? Seriously?" Yoongi complained. "Good going, sunbae. Now I'm stuck with it for the rest of my high school life."

Shindae eyed the boy with a vicious glare. "Shut your trap Min Yoongi, or I'll do it for you." She threatened.

There was no way the girl could stay any longer in that classroom and thus, she made her exit. For now her revenge had failed. She hadn't even gotten the chance of getting to step two. The teacher had to ruin her moment. It had to be her moment. Why did things work out well for that smug idiot and not for her. Was it that hard to give her a chance for revenge? Vengeance she deserved after what that thing had done to her. Above all she had to spend the rest of her year, in the same school club as he did? A frustrated shriek squeezed from her lungs, as she stalked through the hallways.

The day had passed agonisingly slow for once. Shindae couldn't wait to get home, but was reminded of her activities after class. A defeated sigh escaped her lips. She packed her bags, slower than usual, to stall as much time as she could. Every second she was slower, was a second less that she had to face that smug idiot. When remembering his reaction after calling him ugly, Shindae  couldn't help but laugh to herself. He had seemed offended, almost devastated, when his looks were criticised. His comeback was even more hilarious. The way he tried to sell his looks, by acting like that was quite amusing.

Realising what was on her mind, attempted to shake the thoughts off. There should be no other thoughts about that boy, than pure hate and her revenge. There was no way she could allow any other thought about Min Yoongi to enter her mind. Thoughts about how similar their reactions were towards the teacher, or the smirk he displayed that had pissed her off several times, but it suited him somehow. Her mind proceeded to compare Min Yoongi to an animal. Her conclusion was a kitten. A playful mischievous kitten that loved to bring others to the edges of their seats, only to knock them off moments after.

It was a quarter to four when she arrived at the classroom. The club had already assembled and even Yoongi was sitting on a crutch, gazing at the person, with soft features and broad shoulders, sitting on the teacher's desk with a bored expression. She watched the boy yawn and couldn't help but wonder what torture she was going to be put through. The girl stepped into the classroom, apologising halfheartedly for her late arrival. The boy on the desk hopped off and approached the girl with a soft smile, holding out his hand for her to shake.

"Welcome to the art club, sunbae. I'm the president of the club, Kim Seokjin, second year student. Just Jin is fine." He greeted her politely.

"Thank you..." Shindae responded unsurely. "Song Shindae, third year student."

Shindae turned to the rest of the club, discovering a small group of students behind either, easels or sitting at desks. There were even a few students working with clay and a spinning wheel for pottery. She also discovered Yoongi, with his hands around a camera, she recognised as the Canon she had wanted, but was sold out at the time of her purchase. He had dissembled the lens and other parts and had started cleaning them thoroughly. Just from the way his hands moved delicately at the touch of the several parts, she could see that he had experience and how much he treasured the device.

"So what's the field you're interested in, Shindae sunbaenim?" Jin asked her.

His eyes landed on the camera dangling around her neck and flashed her a knowing smile.

"It's quite rare to find two photographers at the same time. You'll make our third."

"Third?" Shindae asked curiously. "Who's the first?"

"It's our supervisor, the teacher that made you join this club." he explained with a light laughter.

"Hyung, cut the talk and give us our assignments already." A familiar voice resounded from the desk near the window.

Yoongi eyed the two with an arched eyebrow and tapped his fingers on the desk, indicating his impatience.

Jin let out a sigh and smiled apologetically at Shindae, who shook her head and smiled in return, letting him know it was fine. From the corner of her eye she watched Yoongi converse with Jin and took a seat across the room. The girl took her camera in her hand and started to busy herself with it, completely ignoring her surroundings from that moment on.