GOLDEN VALLEY HIGH

"Jimin, wake up." Jungkook tried whispering as he slept during math class. "You're gonna get yourself into even more trouble man."

"Trouble is my middle name." Jimin yawned while nuzzling his face into his arms. "Wake me up when the world is ending."

Jungkook rolled his eyes and turned back to face the teacher as she stood by the white board.

"Jungkook, can you tell the class what you got for number four?" Miss Emerson crossed her arms as she patiently waited.

"Uh." Jungkook gulped as he glanced down at his empty paper. "I didn't get to that question yet."

"What about you?" She looked over at Jimin who was just waking himself up.

"W—huh?" He lazily mumbled. "I d-didn't do any thing wrong."

"What's the answer to number four?" She asked the question again, more irritated than before.

"N—"

"It's twenty seven."

Everyone turned their heads to the back to see a shy Min Yoongi shrugging his shoulders. "I'm not sure if that's the right answer or not, but—"

"No, you're right." Miss Emerson softly remarked, before turning back to the board.

"Damn, I was gonna say ninety one." Jimin scratched his head while looking down at his calculator.

"Wait Jimin." Jungkook narrowed his eyes as he looked at his worksheet. "I think Miss Emerson accidentally gave you one of her teacher copies."

"What makes you say that?" Jimin yawned again.

"Hmm, I don't know. Maybe because it has the answers written in red." Jungkook sarcastically muttered. "Here, give it to me so I can get you a different one."

"No!" Jimin whispered as he snatched the paper out of Jungkook's hand. "This is my only way of proving I'm smart enough to get back on the hockey team."

"That's cheating." Jungkook lowered his brows. "If you get caught again, you'll be expelled. Then your entire life is over."

"You're so dramatic Jungk—Miss Emerson, I have the answer to number five!" He suddenly shouted.

Miss Emerson's eyes brightened, as she turned to him with a surprised look on her face. "Share the answer with us Jimin." She nodded to him, while everyone in the class eagerly waited to for him to miss the question.

"Eighty four—wait, I'm not finished." Jimin put his hand out as the class gasped. "Point.. thirty seven."

Everyone's jaw dropped to the floor, and the confused teacher set the marker to the side.

"You're right." She said while lowering her brows.

Jungkook shook his head in disappointment while the class stupidly clapped for Jimin like he won a Golden metal or something.

"Thank you." Jimin bowed with the paper in his hands. Miss Emerson suddenly walked him over towards the white board and handed him a blue marker. "Show the class how you did it please."

"Honestly, fuck my life." Jimin muttered under his breath as he brought his marker up to the board.

The class was silent as they watched Jimin write words using the marker. He tossed the marker to Miss Emerson as soon as he finished, and left the classroom. Students began to quietly chuckle to themselves as they read the board.

Detention room

The woman sighed before extending her hand for a detention slip.

"I don't have a pass, I invited myself here." Jimin casually admitted as he took a seat. "This is a shit load better than learning math." He sighed in joy while rested his legs on the desk in front of him.

"If you don't get your leg off my desk, I will kick your ass straight to the principals office, do I make myself clear?" She angrily huffed.

"Were you in the military before this?" Jimin asked as he raised his brow.

"Were you dropped on your head before this?" She crossed her arms.

"Ouch." He sighed. "You know, I actually came here for some girl advice, because I know you have some daughters and all, so you could probably help me—

"You think I would ever help another girl fall into your arms?" She looked him up and down. "She'd sue me one day."

"I really need your advice, okay." Jimin whined as he sat on top of his desk. "Her name's Sora and she's a gorgeous, straight A student—"

"She's never gonna like you, end of story." The lady mumbled as soon as she heard straight A student.

"Here's the thing." Jimin nervously licked his lips while he sighed. "We have really great chemistry together, as odd as that may sound. We hang out sometimes, but there's a little problem."

"I'm sure there's a lot of problems with you, but go on." She motioned for him to speak.

"I haven't told her the entire truth about me yet."

"What are you hiding?" The woman lowered her brows while sorting through her papers at the same time.

"She thinks I'm this church loving, bible reading kind of guy, who buys his mother flowers every single Sunday. I lied to her about a lot of things."

"Like?"

"Well, some of the things might get me arrested or expelled from school, so I don't think I can say it here, but I'll try to code it for you."

"So, I have some kind of habit." Jimin tried to say as his first hint. "One that involves sniffing—"

"Stop yourself right there sir. If you're about to say sniffing underwear, you better get yourself some help." She shook her head.

"No." Jimin scrunched his nose. "The other kind of sniffing. I also get under the covers a lot, if you get what I mean. I don't wanna hurt her like that, but I'm worried that she won't even care." Jimin's eyes averted to the floor. "What if she doesn't even like me enough to give a shit?"

"So, you're main problem here, is that you're not sure she even likes you back, correct?"

"Yes." Jimin quickly nodded.

"Have you tried showing her that you like her?"

"I mean, I flirt with her all the time. She has to know that I like her. It's impossible if she doesn't see it."

"Let me change the question. Do you show her that you want to be more than just friends?" She raised her brows.

"N-No." Jimin softly muttered. "I guess not."

"Then that's where you have to start." The teacher shoved his legs off the desk, and straightened the chair. "Now get out of detention, and go find your girl. Tell her you love her."

"L-Lov—" Jimin choked on his words before she shoved him out the door.

"And stay out of trouble! I don't wanna see you in the detention room anymore!"

"Yes sir—I mean ma'am!" He slapped his forehead and raced towards his locker.

—

"Honey, don't you think Jungkook has been acting really, I don't know.. strange lately?" Mister Jeon asked his wife as they sat at the breakfast table.

"What." She narrowed her eyes. "Nothing's wrong with him, just because he's hanging out with a girl, doesn't mean he's any different from before."

"He's losing his focus on hockey—"

"There you go again." Misses Jeon groaned as she held her fingers up to her ears. "I'm sick of hockey okay? The only conversation you like to talk to me about is hockey. Enough is enough!"

"Hockey is his future!" He stood up from the table and began to get all passionate again. Jungkook's dreamed about this all his life!"

"Maybe that's just stuck in your head." She bit the inside of her cheek. "Do you ever talk to him about that now, to see if he's changed his mind?"

"Of course not." He causally admitted. "When our son sets his mind of something, he completes it."

"Oh, hi baby, I didn't hear you come through the door." His mother kissed his cheek, as he walked into the kitchen.

"Son, when are you gonna get a good job?" Mister Jeon went off again.

"He's eighteen." She groaned. "Give him a break."

"Back in my day, I was eighteen—"

"I'm gonna go study for a test." Jungkook sighed as he walked up the stairs and into his room.

"See what you do?" Misses Jeon crossed her arms.

"Did you not see him when he walked in? He was already mad." Jungkook's father tried to explain.

"I hope nothing happened." She bit her nails. "He was out with Faye."

"I told you that girl was troub—"

"Oh, shut it Walter."

Sorry, I got carried away. That's not even a Korean name shskhssjbs

"Jungkook, sweat pea?" She knocked on his door, but he wouldn't answer. His mom quietly opened the door and sighed. "Jungkook, what's wrong?"

"Nothing mom, I said I'm fine." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh, I didn't hear you." She admitted. "Well, you don't look fine to me baby. Are you sure nothing happened while you were out?"

"Yes, I'm sure." He sternly spoke. "I'm just stressed out about a lot of things. That's all."

"Like what honey? I need to know so that your father and I could help you."

"School, college plans, my major, hockey, relationships—"

"Aha, gotcha!" Misses Jeon became overly excited and nearly karate chopped his head. "It's that girl isn't it?"

"No mom."

"Why are you sweating then." She raised her brows and glanced up at his forehead.

"I'm—because it's hot." He shrugged his shoulders.

"My son has a crush." She brought her hands together and smiled.

"Mom..." Jungkook covered his red face with his hands. "You're not helping the situation."

"Oh, did you want some girl advice?" She batted her lashes.

"Never do that again, and no." He crossed his arms.

"Jungkook, I swear I won't get your father involved with this, if you at least tell me."

"Fine." Jungkook sighed. "I just need some help in being myself around her. She's always acting funny and enthusiastic, while I'm bland and boring."

"Honey, if Faye didn't like you, she wouldn't be following you around like this." She explained.

"I don't know." He shrugged his shoulders. "I just seem really uninterested lately. I never treated her nicely before, so maybe she thinks I'm a stuck up jerk." Jungkook continued to bash himself.

"I have a brilliant idea." His mother stood up as she walked towards the door and grabbed the phone.

"Invite her over for dinner." She grinned.

—

"Come on Sora, pick up the phone." Jimin groaned as he waited to hear her voice.

"Hello—"

Jimin's eyes widened after his mom grabbed the phone from his hands and hung up. "Why... just why?" He threw his arms out in defeat.

"Why don't you explain to me why I got a call from your teacher, saying you wrote—"

"I know what I wrote mom." Jimin interrupted her before she could finish. "I had to do it, okay?"

"Why would you even write that?" She scrunched her nose in disgust.

"I don't even know." He raised his shoulders. "You should take me to the doctors because something's seriously wrong with me."

"You're not calling that girl." She pulled the cable from the phone and crossed her arms.

"I have a phone." Jimin narrowed his eyes.

"Can I see it for a second." His mother tried to act innocent as she extended her hand.

"Yeah, but I don't see why you—" His jaw dropped when she smashed his phone to the ground. "Now you can't talk to her." She patted her hands.

"I have a bicycle!" Jimin gave her an evil laugh as he ran outside.