𝗜 𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗝𝗲𝗼𝗻 -𝗝𝗶𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸

✦ Confrontation ✦

𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ♡

A minute passed and I was still standing there, staring at the place where my father was a few seconds ago, wanting to enter the damn room, but with no courage to move. I had never imagined the one day I would have to talk about Jungkook to my father. And now that I was practically being forced to do it, I was not prepared at all. There was no way to explain this, I was screwed.

But, my gosh, why did he have to show up at school right when it was finally going right with Jungkook? And why whenever I thought I would be able to stay with him, someone came to dump that bucket of reality on my head?

I took two steps forward, taking a deep breath and went in. My father was sitting in one of the colorful bean bag seats, not even the softness of the room could cut a little of his seriousness away. I sighed, looking at him embarrassed and frightened because of the fact that I was discovered.

I stuttered something softly with my eyes glued to the floor and my legs shaking.

"Dad... Look, I didn't mean to."

My father was always irritated by the stuff I did to get his attention, he punished me and tried give me endless lessons, but now it wasn't the same thing...I didn't want him to feel angry with me for being with Jungkook.

"If you think your plan will work, you really didn't inherit anything from me." he said and I realized from his voice, that he was not as angry as I expected. I looked at him, to make sure that his expression was as peaceful as his voice, but it was not. He soon continued speaking, revealing the reason for his irritation. "If I had known that one day I would have to stay so long in the presence of that bastard, I would never have enrolled you here."

He started lighting a cigarette, maybe to calm himself down.

He is angry that he had a meeting with that Jeon and not because I am having something with his son...my expression was of pure confusion. What was the plan he was talking about?

"I-I don't understand..." I stuttered, but forced myself to continue. "What plan are you referring to?"

He looked at me, giving me a small smile.

"Arguing with this Jeon will not make you get expelled, it will only dirty your image. The best thing to do is to ignore him and not get in trouble while you are here. High school won't last long."

Dad knew we were at the same place before we went to the principals office, but he thought we were fighting.

Great, I thought, already relieved and trying to make something up.

"I'm not..."

"There's no reason to lie, Jimin." He blew smoke out his mouth, moving his head indicating me to go to him and sit down, so that we could talk. I obeyed him, still stunned by all this strange sympathy of his. "I know that's what you're doing, but I guarantee you it won't work...You don't leave this school, unless I want you to."

"I have some experience with this..." I reminded him, speaking quietly, soaking in the fact that he had not found out and that I could calm down now.

"Yeah, you do. But things have changed a little, son." He said, bringing the cigarette to his mouth. Son? Did he call me son? That's a miracle! "I bet you didn't know that the owner of this school is a great friend of mine."

I raised an eyebrow, surprised.

"Wow. That's something I couldn't imagine, a friend of yours letting a Jeon be enrolled in your school?" I asked and he nodded. "I thought it was forbidden to mix us...but of course I was wrong, wasn't I? After all, you put me here even though you knew who my classmate would be."