I Need A Remedy (jinkook)

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Jungkook's POV

"What?" No, no, no. Not Jin hyung, not him. Fuck, I can't let this old fart talk to him. He'll tell Jin everything I have done in school. All the arguments, all of the times I almost go into a fight. Shit this can't happen. It just can't. He'll look at me differently and not talk to me for a while. "Call him back." The principal looked at me with a confused look. "Call him back, tell him not to come." I handed my phone back, this time on Jin hyung's number. "Please."

"I can't do that Jeon, someone needs to be here with you in the meeting. Your behavior was -"

"I didn't hit him, I didn't do anything to him." I cut him off real quick. I didn't do anything wrong. It was all Kris. "Kris started it, Kris was in it by himself. I didn't fight back." Kris glared at me and pointed aggressively towards me.

"Oh? Shut up, Jungkook." He got closer to me. "You started it by tripping me in the exim hall." I rolled my eyes.

"You were disturbing everyone while they were trying to focus. You barged in yelling at the teacher." It went back and forth between us two. We even brought up past interactions with each other. Like the time I almost broke his nose, or how about the time he brought a knife to school. It was getting heated, and I really want to punch the shit out of Kris, but I have to hold myself back. I wasn't going to get into more trouble because of this idiot.

"What's going on in here?" Kris and I stopped yelling and turned to the door. It was his father dressed in a fancy suit. "Wu Yifan? What did you do this time?" Kris looked away from his father and sighed. "Come on kid, what the he'll did you do?" His father walked all the way into the room and grabbed Kris shoulder. "Look at me and tell me."

"I started a fight." He said under his breath. His father looked over towards me. "Sorry, dad." His dad patted his shoulder and nodded.

"You told me the truth, good job." Kris sighed in relief and glanced over at me. He gave me the side eye. His father came up to me with a smile. It wasn't a very kind smile. "Did you hit my son?" I shook my head. "Did he hit you?" I nodded. "Where?" I lifted my hand to my face, and he took a step closer.  He looked over my face and then gave me a frown. "Really? I don't see anything. Just walk it off." What? The? FUCK? Walk it off? That's it? Confusion was written all over my face. "You're a big boy. You can handle a small punch." I looked at the principle. He cleared his throat to get the man's attention.

"Sir, your son still hit him, and we have a no fighting policy." Kris's father sighed. He rolled his eyes and looked back at me. "Sir?" I can see it in his eyes. He was about to do something and then pay to fix it. He lifted his hand and balled it in a fist. He swung, and I backed up. "Mr. Wu!" My eyes widened along with the principle. "Calm down, sir, or I'll call -" Mr. Wu took out his wallet and threw 100 dollars on his desk. "What is this?" Mr. Wu put two more hundreds down. "300 dollars? For what?"

"For you to shut up. My son clearly had a reason to punch this kid." Holy shit. He is not. "Now be quiet." He pit more money on the desk, and the principal's eyes widened at the amount. He glanced at me, and then back at Mr. Wu. No, don't tell me.

"1,000 dollars just so you could punch a student." Come on, old man, don't fall in. "Alright, go ahead." He grabbed the money and went to the door. "I'll be outside. Just don't kill him." He held his thumbs up. That greedy bastard. Kris smiled and went to the door to lock it. His father put on a pair of gloves to have no evidence on his hands.

"Sir? This is wrong. I'm 17, you could -" he swung at me, but I was able to dodge it again. When I did, Kris grabbed me and was able to hold me in place. His dad smiled and cracked his knuckles. "Both of you are crazy." I said, which made both of them angry. His father aimed right at my face. However, I moved my head, and guess what? Kris got hit instead. "Ouch." I shrugged as he let go of me falling to the floor. "Sorry, it's my reflex."

"You damn brat." He went to punch me again and again and again, but everything I moved and dodged out of the way. He couldn't hit me. Why is he so slow? "Stop moving." He picked up an object from the desk and threw it. It got me in the shoulder, and he took his chance. Shit, I could move fast enough this time. His punch landed, and I fell to the floor. "I was going to go easy on me. However, you pissed me off with you mocking!"

"What? I wasn't mocking you, I was just avoiding your -" He kicked me in the stomach. He did it twice after and before he decided to kick my head. I put my hands up to block it, and it was becoming hard to do so. "YOU DAMN PRINCIPEL!!" I shouted, and that's when the door was kicked in. Jin hyung was able to kick it down and walk into the room.

"What the fuck is this?"

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