The Sarcastic Tutor | BTS Fanfiction

Welcome to the land of broken tables and chairs. At the moment, your lovely host, which is me (thanks for the applaud though) is standing amidst the mess, facing her teacher, trying to comprehend her stupid words. "You're kidding, right?" I asked her and squinted my eyes in attempt to look like a detective, but Ms. Dracula's Sister maintained her poker face. "Uh, no, Lisa," she spoke, folding her arms and looking at me with a rather serious expression. I fake coughed and straightened up, and argued, "Ma'am, I don't even know those boys." "Then make friends," She nonchalantly replied, resuming checking the answer sheets. "But no, no, no, it's not fair, ma'am!" I whined like a child, and she halted, looking sternly at me, and that's when I knew that I screwed up. There were less than zero chances of her lessening my punishment. "What was that, miss?" She asked me, widening her eyes dramatically. "Uh, ma'am," I inhaled, "You're giving me a punishment for an act that wasn't even mine." "Then who do I blame? That honeybee?" She skeptically asked. "It wasn't entirely my fault. Why did that honeybee enter the class in first place?" I questioned back. "Then who told you to throw the furniture at it to make it go away?" "That was self-defense. I learnt it from the internet." "You're not making this easy for yourself, Lisa," She said, pointing the nib of the red-colored pen at me, "You are getting a punishment. Either you tutor these boys for English, or you go for a detention." "But my parents would literally bury me alive if they got to know about the detention," I said, and then joined my hands and made the cutest puppy eyes I could make, "Please, ma'am?" "Request denied. Oh, and it's the dispersal time already. Go to the detention room already." "Detention room? Why?" I asked, perplexed. "You don't know? Never heard of Kim Namjoon and his gang?" "Yeah, that egg-faced guy with his six minions?" "...Yes," She sighed, "They're notorious for getting detention almost everyday. You have to tutor them." "Ha-ha, wait, what?" I blinked at her, not believing my luck. "Yes, you'll be teaching them English, since you're good at the subject." She casually responded, and once again, ignored my presence and resumed checking the sheets she was working on. "Wow, God, way to go," I muttered, "This Dracula's sister and her seven little babies." "Did I hear something?" She looked at me with pointed eyes, and I audibly sighed, and said, "No, ma'am, I'll get to work." With that, I left the once-clean classroom, with one more thing to be cranky about. Literally though, I never meant to break half the furniture of the class. What would you do if a random bee entered your class and you were alone because you were completing your goddamned pending work? Probably defend yourself. And that's what I freaking did! My desk was the nearest thing I could find to throw at the bee - doesn't she have any common sense or something? Clutching the strap of my bag close to my chest, I slammed open the door of the detention room in anger. Silence. Can you hear the crickets' screeching? "Ooh, hottie," One of them whistled, and I looked at the one who spoke. Damn, may God protect him now.