||Chapter-3||

                                    

                                          
Jimin pov.
The principal stared us down as she wrapped up the phone call I suspected was from the gym teacher. I squirmed in my seat, glancing at Jungkook from the corner of my eye. He sat with one elbow planted on the arm of the chair, his head resting in his hand like he was bored and had other places to be, like this trip to the principal’s office didn’t even faze him.
I scowled as I turned my gaze forward again. Four years in this high school and I had never set foot in this office other than to help with something or receive some sort of accolade. Until today.
I bounced my leg as the Principal placed the phone back on the receiver, flicking an errant lock of blonde hair from her face. 
“I have to say, Jimin, I’m surprised to see you here,” she said.
A wave of shame washed over me, and I bit my lip.
“Jungkook.” she nodded at him, and I couldn’t help but feel slightly smug she hadn’t said the same about him.
“Would either of you like to share your side of the story? Mr. Wook already gave me his account.”
I glanced at Jungkook to see if he was eager to snitch, but he had dropped the hand cradling his head and sat there, eyes trained on his lap. He may be annoying, but he wasn’t a tattler. Well, neither was I.
I pressed my mouth into a tight line, fighting off the words that wanted to escape. Do you see my face? I wanted to yell.
“Okay, then.” the principal lounged back in her chair and tapped her pen on the desk as if thinking of the perfect punishment.
I began to sweat under her scrutiny. Her gaze settled on something behind us, to the corner of the room before it returned back to us and she smiled.
My underarms dampened, and my throat rivaled the Sahara. Why was she looking at us with that excited gleam in her eye? 
Oh, no, this wasn’t good.
I said a silent prayer for mercy.
“Technically, you both assaulted each other. That’s pretty serious stuff. Normally, for something like this, a suspension would be on the table…”
I felt all the blood drain from my face. Suspension?
“But,” she continued, “I might have an alternative idea, a little peer remediation, so to speak.”
I didn’t like the sound of this.
“Remediation?” Jungkook asked, his forehead crinkling.
I turned to him. “Remediation means the correction of something bad, so—”
“I know what remediation means,” he snapped.
A grin curved my lips. “Touchy.”
“Kids!” The Principal banged her hand on the desk. “Can we get along for two seconds?”
We both nodded while stealing guilty glances at each other.
“Every year, as I’m sure you’re aware, Hybe High sponsors the needy families at Christmas time with the Angel Project. Mrs. Scotdick usually coordinates it. She puts up the tree, does all the shopping and organizing, and raises added donations, but she went on maternity leave two weeks ago, leaving us empty handed.”
My stomach sunk. Oh, no…
“You two,” she pointed between us, “will work together to oversee the Angel Project this year. And, remember, Hybe families are relying on you.”