I got to school earlier than usual the next day, Gongchan hadn’t even arrived. Sighing I took out my notebook and reviewed my notes from yesterday for geometry, blocking out the gossip going about the room.
“Yah, look at her!”
“Did you see how mad Suga Oppa looked this morning?!”
“How dare she show her face again!”
“She needs to go die with that other boy.”
    I looked up flashing a glare at the group gossiping closest to me and they took a few steps away, becoming silent. I frowned, my face dark with anger, but my eyes moved towards the classroom door that slowly screeched open, a male’s head popped in, searching the scene before him. I glared at him the moment our eyes connected but he just shot the same look right back and neared me quickly.
    Gripping me by my uniform collar he pulled me out the classroom, before I even had the chance to react. He stopped around the corner in a lonesome hall, and I then pulled myself free and took a hold of his wrist that once tugged me after him, and twisted it behind his back in one swift motion.
“Yah, what do you think you’re doing?” I asked informally.
“Aish let go! I just want to talk,” Suga said, his voice low almost a whisper, “Let’s not make a scene.”
    I smirked; I didn’t exactly know how to fight except for a few moves my older brother had taught me. I’d never gotten the chance to try them out though and now that I had Yoongi in my hold it was quite amusing. Reluctantly I l