International Stardom (BTS Spanking story)

(Childhood)- Jhope

REMEMBER this is all fiction, please enjoy 😉

J-Hope- age 8

// Hobi's POV //

"Well?"

"I didn't do anything!" I yell, stomping my feet.

"Ok. So what you are telling me is that you didn't hit Mr. Won?" The principal scolded.

"Yes I did! But you don't understand! He threw grass in my hair while I was trying to practice my dancing!" I whined.

"Boy, you do know that grass doesn't kill you right?" He sassed. "Even if he did, he told me he did it because you weren't paying attention to the teacher telling you to go inside for English."

God what all did this kid tell him? And why does he automatically believe him?

"My friends and I were practicing for the talent show in Seoul. If I win I could get a contract to be a trainee!" I try to explain.

The principal laughed in my face, "I thought your father talked to you about this, how many times do you need to hear it? You will NEVER be an idol! Never ever ever. Get over it, you have an education to think about. If this happens again, I'm switching you to your dad's class."

I looked at him. For the first time in my short life, I felt hate. Hate, the worse kind of disliking. Like the hate where you would pray that that person would get fired or murdered. How dare him?! My blood inside me was boiling and I gripped my fists so hard they felt numb.

Fuck this. No one is going to speak to me like that.

I spitted:
"Fuck you."

The principal looked at me smugly. "What was that? I didn't hear you."

This time I stood up and walked right in front of his desk and I bended down forward so my face was 2 inches from his face.

"I said....

FUCK. You."

He stood up to his full height and stares me down thinking that if he looked hard enough I would fall to the ground.

"You're expelled smartass. Have fun explaining this to your father, because I'm calling him." He seethed.

I grin and sat back down in my chair.

"I'll make it you fat bastard. And when I do you'll still be here, wishing that you could say you had a student who is now dominating the world." I say as he starts dailing my father's classroom phone number.

( SIDENOTE: I know my Hobi would never do something like that, but let's just pretend. K?)

I can hear my dad's voice through the phone. When Appa got angry, he was a dangerous animal. I act like he doesn't scare me, but he does. I try to keep my carefree expression on my face, but hearing my father's voice made my mind insane.

My dad's classroom isn't far from the principal's office. It's actually only three doors down. So almost immediately after prickface hung up the phone, he was in the room.

I couldn't help but flinch when my dad's voice spoke to the principal, it was like a lions roar.

"Ask Hoseok what happened sir." Mr. assmaster says sternly but I can hear the excitement in his tone.

I don't look at my Appa when I say:
"I was defending myself. Some kid in your class called me a nasty word and put grass in my hair. So I striked him. And I don't regret it."

My dad looked at assmaster with a begging expression. "Please don't expel him. My daughter and I will make sure Hoseok is punished extremely. We'll make sure that he will shake at the thought of disrespecting you again."