The very next day my plan was already set, and ready to go. Gongchan knew everything I had in mind for the entire week to absolutely destroy and sabotage Yoongi. He wanted little to nothing to do with what I was planning, and I was fine with that if it meant that he would be safe from their grasps.
     I was at school an hour earlier than usual setting up the crime scene in Suga's classroom, a bucket full of kimchi sauce over his desk and invisible super glue all over his seat. After placing the bucket perfectly to make sure it would definitely fall over once he sat down I ran to the corner of the room. Stepping up onto the teacher's desk to reach and mounting a small camera in the corner of the room on top of a cabinet.
     I didn't have any classes with this idiot, thank god! However that meant I wouldn't be able to see my genius plan unravel and I would never want to miss such a spectacular thing. Turning back, I switched on the camera to record making sure it had full battery and a great view. This way I'd be able to watch his humiliation over and over again. Hah, I'm a genius!
     Glancing at the clock I hurried to get out of the room and into my own classroom with only 20 minutes to spare until the bell rang. Sliding the door open I blinked in confusion realizing no one was inside the usually crowded classroom; shrugging my shoulders I made my way to my seat sitting down to rest my eyes.
SPLASH!

Oh hell to the no.
     Looking down at myself my uniform was all wet, cold ice water had soaked my entire body. Fury welled up inside of me as my body simultaneously trembled from the chilling water, looking up I saw a red bucket now empty clinging from a brown thick rope. Oh, how stupid was I! Standing from my seat I shook my hair, sending droplets of clear liquid flying and hurried over to the door to lock it before anyone could come in--
"Yeon Ju?"
     Too late! I looked up, Gongchan's dull eyes peering down into mine, "Yah, quickly get inside and lock the door," I stammered and he rushed to my side, pulling out a black hoodie from his backpack and handing it over, wordlessly.
"Thanks," I replied, slipping the hoodie on and over my head, lifting the hood to cover my wet hair, "Stupid guy. . ." I grumbled.

Gongchan took his seat next to mine, "Was it him?"
I nodded, wiping my wet face with my sleeve and drying my hair with the hood.
"I told you . . . it was a bad idea."
     Turning towards my classmate, I shook my head with a grand smile displayed, "Nope,