"I'm extremely disappointed in you, boys." Mr. Han sighed, wiping his glasses before putting them back on. He looked at both Jeongguk and Taehyung with a let down expression.

Taehyung had his head down with his hands behind his back whilst Jeongguk looked at Mr. Han with a confused expression on his face.

"For punishment, you'll have to clean the hall, come to me when you're done." He announced, crossing his arms. Jeongguk's brow went sky high. He was he had no idea why Mr. Han was taking this 'Macbeth' thing so goddamn seriously.

Mr. Han brought out two buckets and mops from the janitor's closet, placing it in front of the boys. "Well then," He started, clapping his hands. "The theatre isn't going to clean itself now, is it?"

He went and opened the door, giving the boys a small wave. "Good luck!" He smiled, closing the door behind him, leaving the two in the theatre hall together.

Taehyung had a blank face the whole time which confused Jeongguk very much. Why was he acting like Mr. Han wasn't being unfair? They were being made to clean the whole hall for a stupid reason!

"Can't believe I have to spend an entire hour and a half with you." Jeongguk grumbled, glaring at Taehyung, to which he rolled his eyes in response.

"Don't think I'm enjoying this any more than you are." Taehyung scoffed, walking to grab the mops and rested his hand on the wooden stick.

"Now quit bitching, and start mopping!" Taehyung hissed and threw the mop in Jeongguk's direction, him being able to luckily catch it.

Jeongguk huffed, picking up the water bucket. "Yeah, okay."

Luckily for Jeongguk, his hands had thankfully healed properly and Jeongguk could finally move the muscles in his hands without slightly having to wince.

What's better is that he didn't have to wear those god-awful ladybug bandaids. Seriously, he felt like the entire circus with those on but now, he was stuck having to clean the whole theatre with only a mop and a cloth for those stubborn places to reach- and with Kim fucking Taehyung.

The first twenty minutes of their 'punishment' was extremely silent. The only sounds that were heard were the sounds of water being squeezed out of the mops before the soaked item smacked the floor, being harshly dragged across.

-That and Jeongguk's constant coughing and sneezing.

Jeongguk tried to keep his noises at a minimum but as he was sniffling every fucking minute this task was proven difficult, breaking out into a series of coughs each time he tried to hold it in.

Taehyung's grip tightened on the mop each time Jeongguk made a noise, he cleared his throat. "God, Jeon. Can't you shut the fuck up?"

Jeongguk rubbed his nose, wiping his hand on his striped turtleneck sweater. "I'm trying for fuck's sake."

Taehyung scoffed, brushing his hair out of his eyes. "Well try harder."

"I meant it when I said I'll cough on your fucking face."

Taehyung raised his arms in defence, backing away a little. "Woah, woah. Calm down." He adjusted his denim jacket above his hoodie. "Don't need your germs." Taehyung mumbled under his breath.

"Oh my god-" Jeongguk groaned, stomping towards Taehyung before-

"Ow! Fuck!" Jeongguk rubbed his back, he had slipped on the wet floors and fell on his ass.

Taehyung stared at Jeongguk for a minute; he looked off to the side quickly, hiding his face as he snickered quietly.

"D-dumbass.." He mumbled, chuckling.

Jeongguk frowned, not hearing what he said. "What's so funny?"

Taehyung continued laughing, his chuckles getting louder. "Are you really gonna ask that?"

After carefully getting up and brushing himself off, Jeongguk crossed his arms. "Yes, I am."

"Y-you just fell on your ass-" Taehyung paused to let out a howl of laughter. "W-what a dumbass!" Taehyung repeated, squeezing his eyes shut from how hard he was laughing.

Jeongguk's eyebrows furrowed. Angrily, he walked over to Taehyung and shoved him harshly which made Taehyung topple over with a loud 'thud' making his laughter come to a halt.

"Hey! What's your problem?" Taehyung growled, still lying down on the floor.

Jeongguk turned his head away arrogantly, letting out a small cough. "My problem is that you can't go at least ten minutes without being a bitch!" He hissed, placing his hand on his hips.

Taehyung got up, scoffing quietly. "I'm the bitch?" He asked in disbelief. "You're one to talk!"

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused." Taehyung grinned smugly.

Jeongguk was growing even more frustrated with Taehyung; how he- he wouldn't stop being an asshole! Jeongguk stood on his tip-toes to reach to Taehyung's level and glared into those piercing eyes, staring at Taehyung intensely.

Taehyung sneered. "Are you trying to scare me? If you are, then it isn't working."

Jeongguk rolled his eyes and sniffled quickly, walking back to his bucket. "Whatever." He brushed off as he continued with his cleaning.

Smirking, Taehyung walked under the seats to clean the floors whilst Jeongguk silently cursed to himself, Taehyung had won that argument the moment Jeongguk said 'whatever'.

"So, Jeon-" Taehyung began, mopping the nooks and crannies under the seats. "When are you gonna pay me for my phone repairs?" He asked, giving a self-satisfied grin.

Jeongguk nearly laughed, with his nearly hoarse voice, he replied: "Once you get your head out of your ass- I'll think about it." He strolled towards the 'stage' and started cleaning, ignoring the fallen curtain on the floor.

"My head is perfectly in place, thank you." Taehyung chuckled, kneeling on the floor and using a cloth to wipe the small areas of the metal bars that held the seats above. "-And besides, you sort of have to. You damaged my property and it's only just that you pay for any repairs.

Jeongguk rubbed his already sore eyes and raised an eyebrow. "Wow, using fancy wording to intimidate me, I see how you're playing this game."

Letting out a lazy chuckle, Taehyung trudged to one of the seats, eventually sitting down as he let out a huge sigh.

Jeongguk stopped what he was doing to give Taehyung a look. "Hey, we're supposed to be cleaning, not just me. What do you think you're doing?"

Taehyung rested his elbows on his knees while his hands supported his head as he massaged his forehead. "We're not even cleaning the hall anyway- they didn't give us any cleaning products to work with. Only mops and water." He murmured off-handedly.

Scoffing, Jeongguk walked in front of Taehyung, who had his head facing down. "Come on, as Mr. Han said, 'the theatre isn't going to clean itself now, is it?' Get up already." Jeongguk joked, kneeling down to look at Taehyung.

"Maybe next year."

"Oh come on! We're nearly done anyway, we have like-" Jeongguk paused to stare at the clock, managing to let a sudden sneeze out whilst doing so. "-Twelve minutes left!" Jeongguk groaned, tapping his feet in annoyance.

Taehyung raised his head to look at Jeongguk, resting his cheek against his palm. "Exactly, we have twelve minutes left."

Jeongguk sniffled, then gave a prideful grin, he tapped a finger repeatedly against his pretty lips, acting as though he was thinking. "But I thought you said school was about making the most of our time?" Jeongguk air quoted at the phrase: 'most of our time.'

Taehyung froze, quickly digging his nails into his cheek, just above his jaw. He slowly breathed out before replying- 'Whatever'. Releasing his face from his grip, his actions going unnoticed by Jeongguk.

Now Jeongguk was the one who was smirking as he knew that he had won that argument. Taehyung eventually gave in to Jeongguk and got up, going back to cleaning.

If lazily dragging the mop across the floor counts as 'cleaning'.

They spent the last few minutes doing just that, both too occupied in their own minds to be bothered if the room was spotless or not.

Another thing Jeongguk never noticed was how Taehyung was harshly gripping the stick of the mop sometimes, slightly trembling with his shoulders raised.

How Taehyung never uttered a word during those last twelve minutes of their 'punishment'.

How Taehyung was firmly biting the inside of his cheek as his face was painted with guilt and sorrow each time he-

"Hey." Jeongguk was tapping Taehyung's shoulder to which Taehyung nearly jumped from his touch.

"Yeah?" Taehyung asked, exhaling slowly as a mix of confusion and innocence slipped over his face.

Jeongguk gulped, suddenly feeling an odd sense of tension in the empty hall room. "Um. I was just saying that we could leave now."

Looking at him dumbfoundedly, Taehyung blinked his almond eyes before nodding quickly.

"Oh, okay then." He went to grab his brown woollen coat along with his messenger bag, stopping beside Jeongguk who was gathering his things whilst holding a paper tissue for his nose.

After Taehyung breathed out deeply for the last time, he grew back his cocky smirk. "Just wanted to let you know that this was the worst hour and a half of my life and I hope I never see you again." He gave a fake smile as he slipped on his coat.

Jeongguk looked at Taehyung with raised eyebrows but then snarled. "Really? Mind you that I was nice enough to actually remind you that we had to leave."

Taehyung crossed his arms. "Well, I don't remember asking you to be nice."

"And I don't remember asking you to be a jerk either yet here we are!"

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused." Jeongguk giggled, enjoying the look of anger on Taehyung's face.

"Okay- now you're just stealing my fucking lines." Taehyung huffed, staring Jeongguk down.

"Your lines? I'm sorry, are they trademarked? Do they have your fucking name on them?" Jeongguk mocked, wiping his nose with his sleeve.

"Yeah, well. It only shows how unoriginal you are with your lines."

Jeongguk groaned, he was very much ready to leave. "Oh fuck off you fat, useless sack of fucking yankee dankee doodle shite." Jeongguk babbled on as he and Taehyung were slowly walking to the door.

Taehyung stopped walking and snickered. "You literally stole that from Gordon Ramsay in Hell's Kitchen. You're basically proving my point."

Jeongguk put his hand on the doorknob, looking at Taehyung one last time. "Well, how does it feel to win an argument for once then, fucktard."

After checking that he had all his belongings, Taehyung chuckled. "So, you're admitting that you're nothing but a line-thieving bitch?"

"Oh, shut up." Jeongguk snickered, turning the doorknob but it wouldn't move, he froze.

Taehyung looked at Jeongguk with confusion. "What's up?"

Jeongguk struggled against the doorknob, rattling the metal object. "It won't-" Jeongguk coughed into his other hand. "-Open!"

"Jeez, Jeon. This isn't rocket science. Just open the fucking door." Taehyung mocked.

Jeongguk continued to struggle for a good minute before sighing in defeat. "Well, why don't you try since you think you're good at everything."

Taehyung shoved Jeongguk out of the way, having an attempt to open the door. "Okay- what?" Taehyung violently twisted the knob. "This thing won't budge!"

"Told you!"

Giving up, Taehyung groaned and let go of the knob. "Shit- this thing is actually stuck."

Jeongguk's eyes widened, he gasped. "Oh my God! Are we locked in?"

Taehyung shrugged nonchalantly. "Guess so."

Jeongguk gasped even louder, coughing a second later from how hard he gasped. "Nope! This is not happening!" He tried another attempt to open the door but ultimately failed. "Oh my god we're gonna die of starvation! We're basically having our last moments as we speak-"

"Will you calm the fuck down!" Taehyung interrupted, Jeongguk shut up immediately, looking at Taehyung with a bit of fear. "God! You're giving me a fucking headache from this. Stop panicking or else I'll panic!"

"First of all-" Taehyung began, pointing a single finger to represent his first point. "We're not going to die! The school would get sued and face possible backlash and second of all! Mr. Han is probably going to check on us pretty soon so I'd calm my tiddies if I were you!"

"But what if you're wrong?" Jeongguk asked in a small voice. "What if- they leave us here to die? And my last moments are with you? We're-"

Whilst Jeongguk was rambling away, he didn't notice Taehyung grabbing the water bucket behind him, dragging it along the floor by the handle.

"-This is basically the end! Our bodies are gonna rot and nobody will remember me and-"

Jeongguk suddenly felt a wave of cold water splash over him. Literally, he let out a small yelp as he was now completely soaked from head to toe. He looked up at the perpetrator who was sporting a devilish grin, holding the bucket.

"What the hell!" Jeongguk cried. "Why'd you do that?"

Taehyung cockily smirked. "I mean- that shut you up, didn't it?" He continued to smirk which pissed Jeongguk off.

"It is so fucking on." Jeongguk grumbled, grabbing his water bucket and throwing the contents in Taehyung's direction which made him let out a sound of shock.

"The fuck?"

Jeongguk giggled, holding his fingers over his pretty lips to conceal his laughter whilst his other hand held the bucket which had a fair amount of water left. "You asked for it."

Taehyung too was just as soaked at Jeongguk, he had water dripping down from his dark locks whilst the rest fell onto his face and absorbed into the fabric of his clothes.

Not to mention the look on his face. It was priceless.

However, his shock and anger soon turned into a challenging smirk as Taehyung lightly shook his bucket. There was still some water left.

And that's when World War III had begun.

Jeongguk sensed what he was going to be in for when Taehyung swiftly took off his coat, about to chase Jeongguk down. He started running for cover, trying to dodge every attack Taehyung fired at him whilst giggling hysterically.

Taehyung had eventually stopped, he was probably trying to save his bullets for the next opportunity for when he could attack.

He sought refuge underneath the seats of the rows, keeping his weapon right beside him (his water bucket).

"There's no use in hiding y'know, Jeon." Taehyung spoke, taking slow steps.

Jeongguk clasped both his hands over his mouth, trying not to laugh at risk of being attacked and captured by the enemy!

As Taehyung continued to search for Jeongguk, he brushed his wet hair over his forehead and tucked some behind his ear, a few strands of hair still remaining, giving him a slicked-back look.

He took off his denim jacket, leaving himself in a simple grey hoodie that glued to his body because of the water, revealing more of his broad figure.

As his hair was no longer in his face, the main focus of Taehyung's face was his dark, captivating eyes, how they gave him a cold yet attractive look as they were the first thing you'd see if you ever caught a blissful glimpse of the man.

Jeongguk tried to remain hidden in his 'trench' not daring to make a peep. He quickly glanced back, peeking his head through and catching sight of Taehyung trying to search for him, he was about to go back to hiding but he couldn't-

Why was it always the jerks that were the most attractive?

Maybe it was Jeongguk's lack of self-control which caused his downfall or his stupid cold as he felt another explosive sneeze rip through his body, alerting the enemy of his whereabouts.

"Fuck!" Jeongguk groaned as he heard footsteps coming closer and closer towards him. Damn Taehyung Taehyung his good looks! He now had to find somewhere else to hide, quick! But it was too late.

Taehyung had discovered his location.

"Found you!" He cheekily grinned, inching towards Jeongguk as he was about to fire his gun.

Jeongguk's doe eyes widened in shock as Taehyung got closer. He was frozen in place, his body wouldn't move.

Knowing there was no way out of this, Jeongguk surrendered and placed his arms over his head and curled up as another wave of water washed over his small frame. He squeaked in surprise. "Oh! You're so gonna get it bad!

Angrily, Jeongguk grabbed his bucket and prepared his bullets. Taehyung understood what he was about to get and retreated to behind the curtains, making sure to stay on guard if he was ever spotted by Jeongguk.

Jeongguk crept silently across the hall, wrapping his fingers tightly around the plastic handle. His striped turtleneck stuck uncomfortably to Jeongguk's skin as it was soaked.

Ruffling his hair as a way to get rid of the water, brown tufts of hair were swiftly swept to the side of Jeongguk's face in a messy yet charming way. Jeongguk's pearly skin shimmered in the theatre's bright lights, his irises within his big doe eyes reflecting said lights.

"Taehyung-" Jeongguk stopped and stuck his tongue out for a split-second, not used to actually referring to Taehyung by his name. "I just wanna talk!"

"Talk my ass!" Taehyung cried but then froze, eyes wide.

Jeongguk giggled, increasing the pace of his steps as he knew Taehyung was near the curtains. He searched around the curtains as he violently tugged the fabric, not stopping until he had discovered his enemy.

Jeongguk's grip tightened on the plastic handle of his gun as he continued to search. He eventually found Taehyung, body scrunched up and all with his arms shielding his head.

Jeongguk fired all his remaining bullets, pouring the cold water onto Taehyung's already soaked body as he yelled out protests for Jeongguk to stop.

Dropping his weapon, Jeongguk smirked in triumph as he looked down at the defeated enemy.

That soon came to an end though when Taehyung lightly shook his bucket again, he looked up and smugly grinned.

Fuck.

Whilst Jeongguk was firing his ammo, some of it had poured into Taehyung's bucket, giving him a free reload.

Jeongguk started bolting whilst letting a couple coughs out on the way. He didn't know where he was going amongst the huge hall but he had to run! Taehyung followed, laughing behind him.

"There's no use!" He cried. "Running isn't gonna do shit!" Taehyung argued but Jeongguk kept running as if this was for his life.

No, this was for his life! He wasn't about to give up his pride anytime and lose because that'll just mean he's weak-

Whilst running, Jeongguk slipped on the wet floor, falling onto the floor below him face-first.

Taehyung let out a cry of laughter, about to point, aim and shoot when his leg slipped, making him follow suit to Jeongguk when he fell onto the wooden floor.

As for his gun? The remaining bullets had spilt on the floor, leaving the bucket with little to no water left. Jeongguk sat up, rubbing his forehead whilst Taehyung was on his back, panting with his limbs sprawled out.

The theatre hall was a complete mess. There was water everywhere, some seeping out through the tiny cracks of the door outside the room.

The discarded mops and buckets were scattered across the room, one bucket near the stage with water droplets running down the plastic and a single mop near the door, the wool completely drenched.