The boys left after breakfast, saying that they had things to do.

“So, what happened last night?” Taehyung kept his voice mildly curious. The previous night, he had become totally plastered, after his fifth shot of alcohol; drunk, Taehyung had barely been aware of what was happening around him.

You were about to reply your brother's question, when a cheeky little idea formed in your head -- you wanted to prank him for a while;

“You wanna know?” You asked, not forgetting to put on an innocent smile.

“Yah tell me!” Taehyung was getting really impatient.

“You….stripped in front of us~” you said, watching in amusement -- and satisfaction -- as the colour drained from Taehyung's face.

“WHAT? NO WAY!” He let out a high pitched scream, flamboyantly covering his body with his hands -- *Wow, so manly.*

You chortled at the elder's behaviour.

“Yah how can you joke about this!” Taehyung pouted at you, right before turning around and heading back into his room. You heard his door slamming shut.

“Oops.”

*Nevermind,* you thought. *Taehyung will get over it... eventually.*

It was Monday again.

Students loitered around the hallway in school, complaining about how short the weekend was. They gossiped, chatting mostly about Saturday night -- there'd been a party at one of the popular's.

You walked past a bunch of gossiping girls, without sparing a look at them. You held your books securely to your chest.

Right then, the bell rang. Students quickly scurried to their respective classes.

You took a deep breath before sliding the door open to your first class- Mathematics.

The class seemed to quiet down when you walked in, which was very weird. They were not the kind of students that usually kept their mouth shut; not unless the teacher walked in to start the lesson.

*What’s happening?* you blinked, aware of the sudden (undesired) attention from your fellow classmates. On normal days, you'd be ignored. Today however, instead of minding their own business, the students were eyeing you, as if you were some kind of strange specimen in a lab.

Their eyes were on you, with such intensity that you started to feel uneasy.

*Okay this is getting creepy…*  

Frantically, you walked over to the last row at the end of the classroom. You spotted a faint smear of transparent-looking liquid on your chair. It looked like water, though you thought that it'd be better if you cleaned it -- you didn't want to risk anything. Getting your skirt wet first thing in the morning was no fun.

You dug into your backpack, searching for tissues to wipe the stain away. As this was happening, you were suddenly pushed by one of your c