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Yoongi looks over to Namjoon, squinting in wonder, frown upon his face.
“Again ?”
“Yeah and I’m tired of it. It’s getting ridiculous! I say we have to do something.”
“And what do you want to do genius ? You may have an IQ of 148 but I don’t think it’ll be a valid point when opposing to something so much bigger than us.”
“What an optimist you are Yoongi. But we both know we are not the only ones in this school that are tired of it. The majority of the student body is. It won’t be hard to find allies. We just need an execution plan.”
“And I guess you already have one?”
“Well how do people protest usually ?”
“By making banners and going in the streets and screaming.”
“I mean sure but usually they often display what they are mad about, they do a collective action to rebel against authority.”
“Consider me intrigued.”
Namjoon smirked, leaning in to look Yoongi straight in the eyes.
“We are going to break the rules Min Yoongi.”
Jimin had probably not gotten an important email. Him and like 30% of the school. Because the other 70% of the students were all wearing long trench coats today, and it was like 28 degrees celcius outside.
Not only that, but today was just a random day in school, no pictures were going to be taken, no events were planned. So really why was this happening ?
He turned to Jungkook, who was in the same situation as him, eyebrows raised and making a face Jimin enjoyed to call the “Jungshook”.
“Yeah I don’t know either man.” He said as he looked around, eyeing the mess fo coats.
HE was busy wondering what the hell was happening when he spotted one of the teacher assistants, Kim Seokjin, running out the gym stadium pushing large speakers and putting them in the middle of the court, laughing hysterically.
Hoseok, who had quite the crush on the young TA, followed him with his gaze, eyebrows raising slowly as more and more coats gathered in the court, by now all gathered in a group that faced the students who were dressed normally.
Seokjin smirked and took out his phone, looking around it a bit before the speakers burst to life.
"T’s the shit ! YEAH!
Brush em off brush em off
Brush em off brush em off
Brush em off brush em off!”
The crowd parted, and Jimin’s eyes widened in surprise as the three most known seniors of the school, Min Yoongi, Kim Namjoon, and Kim Taehyung, walked out, also wearing trench coats.
If Jimin was surprised, it wasn’t because he had been harboring a gigantic crush for the black haired senior for a whole year. The rapper had been a huge inspiration and his music often was an inspiration for his dances.
No, No Jimin was surprised because Yoongi’s hair was now bleached white and curly, and he wore and impressive cat eye, as well as a very bold red lip.
Kim Taehyung rocked a smokey eye with pink shining gloss, and Kim Namjoon ? Oh he was just all out on the eyeliner, dark and black along with piercings and vibrant purple hair.
They were going to be killed by the teachers. This was so against the dress code…
“Twist em in the air like a motha fucking helicopter!”
And with that, all the coats fell.
“Ladies and gentlemen
Boys and girls
Children of all ages,
This is nappy boy man this is what we do...
Introducin”
Yeah, they were going to get killed.
That or Jimin was going to die, because Min Yoongi, rapper and the one with the notorious “bad boy” rep, was wearing a cheerleader outfit, a soft baby pink, with ‘Kitten’ written in bold black on the front, platform pink sneakers and white stockings.
Jimin was dying wasn’t he ?
He turned to quickly look around the others. Namjoon was lathered in a whole goth outfit, with a corset, choker, and a cropped shirt beneath the corset that stopped just below his pecks. With this were white lace gloves, skinny leather pants, open with lacing on the sides showing the thong he wore underneath, and chunky combat boots.
Kim Taehyung was proudly showing off a sparkly gold dress, the V neck so plunging a nip slip was inevitable, legs shaven, fishnets, and gold louboutin stilettos.
Women in the crowd were either dressed normally, either in what one would call “slutty” outfits, or in “men’s” clothes.
Jimin gave kudos to the guy wearing an entire mesh outfit, and the girl who wore a crop top that read “all clothes are gender neutral if you don’t give a shit”.
“Teddy pain teddy pender ass down
Let it be known when I roll around town
If ya girl lost then she bout to be found
When I rock and roll make your boy fall out
Teddy pants on my feet all kraut
I'm back again what you gon do now
Get out of this party girl and come back to my house
I'm bout to show you how we do it down south
Take ya shirt off!”
Yoongi smirked at the other students watching them as he and the others begun dancing.
He bent over, touching the ground before caressing up his stockings, rolling his legs and back making his skirt bounce, hair becoming a mess, but he didn’t care.
Out the corner of his eye he saw the others perfectly following the choreo, and when he turned to the side, he spotted Park Jimin, one the members of the dance crew, also a part of the basketball team in which Yoongi played.
Next to him, Jeon Jungkook could not take his eyes off of Tae.
Time for the rest of the show.
“Ah ahah ah ahah take ya shirt off
Ah ahah ah ahah take ya shirt off
Ah ahah ah ahah take ya shirt off
Twist em in the air like a motha fucking helicopter
Ah ahah ah ahah take ya shirt off
Ah ahah ah ahah take ya shirt off
Brush em off brush em off brush em off do da dam thang
Twist em in the air like a motha fucking helicopter!”
Hoseok looked over to Jimin and Jungkook, seeing both their jaws dropped open wide. He would have fun of them for it in other circumstances, but not now, because he understood.
The whole crowd (including Yoongi, Tae, and the other half of his crush; Namjoon) had just started twerking like no tomorrow, rolling their backs, making their asses pop out like they were going to break their spines, before proceeding to slut-drop, get on their knees, and take off their shirts.
The whole crowd, took off their shirts.
And the ones who wore dresses ? They wore booty shorts underneath.
So Kim Taehyung had ended up in sparkly gold booty shorts, Namjoon in short black corset, and Yoongi… In a black lace bralette, transparent.
Some girls wore nothing underneath, some wore bras, some were painted, some dudes wore bras, some not.
“I know you don't care when ya titties everywhere
Homegirl take ya motha fucking shirt off
Take ya motha fucking shirt off
Take ya motha fucking shirt off
And if ya don't care put ya hands in the air
Homegirl take ya motha fucking shirt off
Take ya motha fucking shirt off
Twist it in the air like a helicopter”
This went on for the whole choreography, the entirety of the song, 70% of the student body dancing in what were to say the least “surprising outfits”, as windows on the second floor opened up, students letting banners fall, a vivid red, stark against its white background, spelling out “FUCK THE DRESS CODE, FUCK TOXIC MASCULINITY, WEAR WHAT YOU WANT”
Jimin smiled widely, hearing Jungkook and Hobi by his side laughing, he felt impulsive suddenly, and decided to tear off his tee, throwing it to the side, quickly joining the other crowd.
Min Yoongi laughed his big gummy smile he only had when he was really amused or happy, and stopped his choreo to join Jimin, handing him the pink choker he wore around his neck, and attaching it for him, before taking his hand and pulling him in the group.
As a dancer, Jimin caught on to the choreo real fast, and soon ,almost all of the students joined, because in the end, everyone in the school despite their differences, everyone wanted to be free of wearing what they wanted.
The music was suddenly cut off, and everyone froze, turning to the principal.
“What is the MEANING OF THIS ???”
Yoongi slowly walked forward, head high and crossed his arms.
“We are sick and tired of respecting the dress code you installed and that oppresses us ! Yesterday you told Lisa her shoulders were to visible in a tank top, meanwhile the boys were playing soccer shirtless! It’s hot out ! let us wear what we want! No one is going to be distracted by a shoulder or a knee, and if so it is THEIR fault ! and THEY should be thought to respect boundaries! No outfit validates being misstreated, abused or assaulted, may it be vocally or physically !
And If you say one more time that it might be distracting to the TEACHERS ! I’d like you to reconsider your staff, because if an adult gets distracted by what one of his students is wearing, then he is a serious criminal and should definitely be taken away from your staff !
Dress codes promote oppression and defends sexual predators instead of caring for victims ! Dress codes are victim blaming and pass on the idea that it is my fault if I find myself in that situation ! Dress codes don’t protect victims they protect sexual deviants ! No one cares about a tank top or a skirt! and those who do should be punished !”
Cheers erupted from the crowd of teens, the teachers at a loss for words.
Namjoon stepped forward and added, “It also forces us to deny our personality and causes confusion in young minds trying to find their identity. Clothes are a way of expressing ourselves, and we live in a country that promotes free speech, you are limiting our ways of expressing ourselves and forcing us to present as something we are not at an age where we are still impressionable. It isn’t healthy.”
“We found that a protest would be the only thing that would alert you.”
Silence ruled over the court, teachers seeming to think when a group of kids that had not joined in started protesting.
“What the fuck is this kind of bullshit ?! You fucking sluts! You look fucking ridiculous!”
Yoongi only smiled calmly, unmoved.
“That is the kind of people you are supporting, an unfair, unjust, cruel minority. Take your pick.”
The principal frowned, his expression unreadable, before he turned to the small group who had spoken up.
“You lot, I’d like you to join me in my office, Mister Bang will escort you. As to you all….”
He looked back at the other teens, seemingly in thought before sighing.
“I’ll take all necessary precautions to abolish the dress code.”
The following weeks were… A mess. A few teachers, luckily not a lot, had been fired due to inappropriate and unprofessional behavior towards students, around Ten to Twenty students were given a temporary leave from school, and Three were expulsed.
A lot of teens still had trouble finding themselves and getting out of their shells but at least now the school was safe and each and every child could evolved and find themselves at their own pace without being restricted.
Yoongi ? Nowadays he enjoyed mixing up his two personas, often wearing large graphic sweaters or rap tees with headbands and bleached hair, with light makeup, and often a skirt with heavy combat boots, a cute choker or some jewelry, and more than once you could see lace peeking out of his top.
Finally, many girls were allowed to wear their natural hair and hijabs inside the buildings, Taehyung even opened a small business, were he arrived early to do guys and girls makeup, sometimes using lunch or free periods to give classes on how to do a perfect cat eye.
Jungkook always came despite not having changed much. He still wore white tees, ripped jeans and timberlands. The fishnets were a new addition though. They made his thighs look good.
Seokjin was still Seokjin, and he was lucky enough to have scored himself a goth and a dancer boyfriend !
Oh and Jimin ? He was across the hallways this very second, gathering his courage as he walked up to combat boots and a dark red velvety skirt.
“Hey Yoongi ? I just- You’re really hot, and cute, and cool and talented, and what you did three weeks ago with the others ? It was sick ! I just, I’ve really liked you for a while and I want to get to know you more, so I was wondering if you wanted to go out ? Sometime?”
He fiddled with his earrings, round glasses sliding down his nose.
Jimin had not changed that much either, the only noticeable change being the jewelry he now wore proudly, rings and earrings of all kinds.
Yoongi turned to him with a smile, biting his bottom lip as if trying to keep that wide gummy grin from appearing.
“Sure but, Promise one thing?”
“Yeah! What is it?”
“Will you take your shirt off again for me?” X