Forever Highschool Sweetheart || Jinkook

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"Kim Seokjin.. ah, yes. You're here for innapropiate actions in the bathroom with a male, correct?" The woman looked up at Seokjin from underneath her glasses, the yellow sticky note stuck between her fingers.

Seokjin nodded nimbly, his grip on his arm too tight for comfort. Surely there would be marks by the time he was done with his death grip. "I wasn't doing anything with any man. I-if you just check the cameras, you'll see only I came out of the bathroom!" Seokjin looked at the woman desperately, his voice begging.

She sighed, folding the sticky note before she set it in the trash behind her. Turning back to Seokjin, she shook her head. "Can't do that. We aren't allowed to use the cameras to settle a petty she-said-he-said. All we have to do is make a phone call home and you're-"

"No!" He shouted, springing up from his seat and grabbing her hand. "Please don't. I'm begging you, please don't call them. I'll- I'll stay here for the rest of the period and- and I'll write an apology letter!" Seokjin's eyes threatened to show tears, his eyes so wide it was almost comical.

Raising her brows, she sighed and shrugged. She pulled her hand from Seokjin's grasp and turned around, grabbing a white piece of paper and handing it over to Seokjin. Silently, she sat back down.

A jagged breath of relief escaped his lips. Seokjin grabbed a pencil and took the paper, sitting back down in the plastic chair. Seokjin felt as though he could finally breathe. Fuck, that could have gone so much worse.

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Jungkook stuck his tongue in his cheek, a habit he had formed. Every time he was annoyed or angry, his tongue went in his cheek. And boy was he pissed.

Hearing the bell go off, he shoved his books into his backpack, not wasting time to zip it up. He could hear the teacher telling him to wait, but he didn't. Jungkook had more important things to do.

Jungkook's facial expression wasn't the usual friendly one. This one was cold, something that was making a few people do a double take when they passed him in the hall.

Spotting one of Jaemin's friends laughing with a female, he clenched his jaw and jogged up to the man. As soon as he was in close proximity with the male, he gave his shoulder a rough push. "Where the fuck is he?" He stared into the male's eyes with a cold glare, his brows raised ever so slightly.

The friend laughed nervously, his eyes flickering between Jungkook and the girl he had been flirting with. "Who? I can't help you. I'm not trying to keep her wait-"

"Jaemin. Tell me where Jaemin is and you can continue to flirt. I'm sure your flirting game is much better than the size of your dick, so I wouldn't want to disrupt that for long." Jungkook smiled forcefully, but anyone could tell it was fake. It just screamed how pissed he was, and Jaemin's friend wouldn't lie and say it wasn't a little bit scary.

Okay, and maybe the size of the boy was also intimidating, but that was irrelevant!

"Heh- uhm, that- that's not true." He reassured the girl next to him, turning back to Jungkook and snarling, "He's out front on the lawn with the rest of the gang. Now fucking leave me be!" The male made a rude gesture for the younger boy to leave before turning back to the female, who wasn't looking as into him anymore.

Chuckling, Jungkook dropped his backpack on the spot and sprinted down the hall. The lawn wasn't that far. Only a hall over and then you were basically at the entrance.

"Excuse me!" He yelled while dodging out of peoples way, doing his best to weave around them. While doing this, he had bumped into quite a few people, but he didn't think too much about it. As soon as he was out of the crowd, he had reached the entrance.

Through the window, he could see the bastard laughing with his friends, about something stupid, no doubt. Clenching his fist, he pushed the door open angrily and stomped his way over to the man on the grass.

As he got closer to the man, he realized how personal this was. This wasn't just about Jaemin crossing the line.. this was about how he would feel if he had been outed. How anyone else would feel.

For some people, it's dangerous to come out! People get kicked out over this kind of shit! It's a special, beautiful, and scary moment. The person coming out should get to decide when, and this was all kinds of fucked up. Jaemin deserved this.

"So, I told him, 'stay away from J-"

Jungkook cut the man off with a shout. "Jaemin!" Said male turned around, just in time for Jungkook's fist to connect with his eye.

Jaemin fell to the ground with a loud, pained curse, his palm pushed against the eye. Glaring up at Jungkook, he yelled, "What the fuck was that?" He held his hand up for one of his friends to take, to which they did, and pulled himself off the ground. Meeting Jungkook's glare, he threw himself at his waist, tackling him to the ground.

They went down with an 'oof!', both men wrestling to injure the other. Jaemin wrapped his hands around Jungkook's neck, bringing his lips close to the male's ear. "Don't punch me again, faggot!" He shouted, making the male wince.

Jungkook jerked his knee up on Jaemin's crotch, then throwing the man off of himself and to the side when he released his neck. Gasping for air, he brought his hand to hold his neck as he coughed.

Before either of them could continue, a teacher came running over while shouting for them to stop. Behind him, Seokjin ran with the teacher with wide eyes. Wide eyes that were filled with concern and fear.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Seokjin screamed in a frightened tone, dropping down to his knees as soon as he reached the two. He smacked Jungkook's hand away, tilting his head upward so he could examine his throat. He looked just a little bit bruised, but not too much.

The bruises were definitely going to get darker, but he was lucky he hadn't gone too far in the fight. He could've been seriously injured.

Hoseok stepped in between the two, holding Jaemin back by holding a hand to his chest. "What in the world was that?" He fumed as Jungkook got to his feet, waiting eagerly for the oh-so-good excuse.

There better be a damn good one for this kind of shit.

Jungkook was the first to yell, and oh, there was a fire in his tone. "He spread a fake rumor, a dangerous one, and he deserved to get the stupidity punched out of him. I think there's still some left, let me take care of that!" He dove forward, trying to get to Jaemin, but the arms that wrapped around his arms and chest prevented him from doing so.

"It's okay, I'm fine, Jungkook." Seokjin whispered against his shoulder, his heart racing in his chest. He only hoped he was calming Jungkook down. The students around him surely believed the rumors were true by now. Especially since he was back hugging Jungkook, but he didn't care. Those shits can believe whatever they wanted.

It didn't matter as much as Jungkook not getting hurt did.
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School is in 24 days & I'm ~ nervous ~ bc they said we might go on video and they're supposedly changing the format. sad for me if we go vid bc I liked being.. not on it?? KMFAO idk wack. Hoping for the best. ;)

Other than preparing for school, im doing so good. I'm genuinely so happy recently and I know a certain "thing" that is adding to it. 🥰

I love you so much. You are so fucking beautiful. How has your week been? I'm gonna go get some showering done, but y'all mean the world to me. Stay hydrated pls, it's very important!