It's A Fine Line

28: Not a Lie. More Like an Adjustment of the Truth

I was in Japanese class and Mr Wang was harping on about how we're such failures. Although I didn't really hear much of what he said because my mind was distracted with other thoughts.

The extensive knowledge Hyunjoo had about Jungkook's life was concerning to the least.
How does he know so much?
Who told him?
What does he have against Jungkook?
How did he find about Jungkook's mother?

The questions that circled around in my mind were quickly put to a halt when the intercom sounded in our classroom.

"Please can Mr Jeon Jungkook make his way to the headmaster's office."

Maths was the only subject I shared with Jungkook so right now while he was in Korean lit studies and I was Japanese, I couldn't see his expression at the call of his name.

I heard a few people whisper a few strange things but I ignored it. My hand went up straight away as I tried to get Mr Wang's attention.

"Yes, Senthuri?" He asked looking agitated.

"May I use the bathroom, sir?"

"Fine. Go. If I don't let you go, then you'll say I'm discriminating between genders."

I was tempted to tell him that I would never accuse him of such a thing because I knew he hated everyone.

I rushed out of the classroom.
I'm sure my classmates thought I really needed to pee, little did they know I had a different kind of business on my mind.

I vaguely remembered Taehyung mentioning to me that if Jungkook got in trouble for starting a fight again he would get suspended. Something Jungkook's father wouldn't be too pleased about.

I went to Mr Kim's waiting room. I knew Jungkook was already inside his office because I was the only one there.

I approached, the secretary, Kyung's desk.

Kyung was Mr Kim's only son and even though he was valedictorian of his year and studied engineering he still chose to work a desk job at his father's school, possibly to spend maximum time with his Dad which was a sweet notion.  It also could be because he's always had a soft spot for Jimin...

Kyung refused to be called Mr Kim, it made him feel old which he obviously wasn't.  He was in senior year when I started High school so most Juniors and Seniors of this year knew him.

He still looked slightly immature in his features and his hair was always neatly combed back. He was cute. Good looks seemed to run in the family because Taehyung was also rather handsome.

"Morning Sir, how are you today?" I smiled brightly.

"I'm well and you... wait shouldn't you be in class?"

"Well you see, it's a funny story really. I need to speak to Mr Kim urgently."

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait. He's in a meeting with a couple of students already. But I can arrange a meeting for you."

"No no. I really need to see him now. It's to do with the two students who are in there now."

"What do you have to do with a fight between two boys?"

"I might have witnessed the whole thing."

He looked at me skeptically.

"I still can't let you in."

"Please Sir. Pleeeaasse," I begged.

"It's just Kyung and I'm sorry Senthuri but I can't. Dad will be on my ass if I break a rule again."