**Jimin's POV**
"Alright Jimin, let's talk." Principal Kim cracks his knuckles and sniffs, pushing his formal haircut backwards. I rush to the seat across his desk, sitting down on the expensive leather while he organizes my file. "You came to this school at the beginning of the year, selecting dance as your focus of studies?"
"Y-Yes sir." Ever word he spoke was intimidating. His formal attire coupled with his suit and the aura of his office gave off a very "so rich it'll blow your mind" type of deal.
"Then Madam Jae recommended that you enter into the arts talent show and you chose a teacher from our neighbor school to do a duo dance?"
"Yes sir." Beads of sweat formed, rolling down the side of my temple. My outfit suddenly becomes too hot, sticking on to my skin in various patches.
"Then you spent weeks pretending to be a girl so you could practice, win and then give up the prize?"
Well if you make it sound like that... "I-I mean... Technically..."
"This is a yes or no question Jimin."
I sigh. "Yes sir."
"Mmhhmm." He shuffles around my papers, humming in agreement. After a minute of looking through letters, he speaks. "Did you enjoy cross dressing?" What?
"U-uh um..." What kind of question was that? "I wouldn't do it regularly-not that there's anything wrong with that- I just don't find it that appealing for me... sir."
He stares at me, as if judging whether or not he will believe me. Then he bursts out laughing. "Hahaha! Jimin I'm just messing with you, you're so gullible it's cute."
"I-I'm sorry?"
"Oh don't be. I mean, you should for wasting our time and resources on a student that wasn't planning on taking this school seriously. And for violating several school codes but don't apologize for being gullible!" He stands up, walking to the other side of his large desk and sitting on the edge next to me. "The only reason I'm not being that harsh right now is because of the stack of glowing letters of recommendation from your teachers at this school. Almost all of them sent numerous pages of how well you've been doing in class and that you were a joy to be around instead of a hindrance." His dimples pop out when he smiles, a sight I would much rather see than him cracking his knuckles and glaring at me again.
"Almost all?" I question.
"We haven't received a letter from Madam Jae yet. Good or bad."
"O-oh." She's still making her mind up about me...
"But don't worry, I'm sure she loved having you as a student as well." He places a hand on my shoulder before he heads back to his seat, putting on some reading glasses with a thin frame. "Let's talk about a transfer then. At the beginning of the next quarter, you will begin at the academy for boys next door-"
"Yay!!!" I jump for joy out of my seat, too excited to hold it in.
"Alright alright. I am aware you have close connections over there but let me finish. Unfortunately, you can't just leave here without a punishment since that could cost me my job..." The air once again constricts my breathing, afraid of what he'll say. "You will have to do community service for as many hours as you've been here. I'm sorry but that's the lowest punishment I can do."
I nod, my eyes squeezing shut as I bow. "Thank you so much for everything Principal Kim, I deeply appreciate everything you've done for me." He chuckles, sorting his papers again.
"Aww, don't worry about it. But you should say a large thank you to Mr. Choi as he had the largest letter and has one of the more important authorities." Mr. Choi! He's so nice...
"I will. So do I move my stuff over there then?"
"Yes. The next quarter starts after Christmas break and you will get your classes the day you arrive." He glances at the clock before continuing. "That's all the time we have right now, I have to go home to my loving boyfriend. I hope you enjoy our neighbor school but I also hope you miss us more." Chuckling, I reach for his outstretched hand, shaking it and standing up to leave.
"Of course I'll miss you guys!" He laughs too, putting on his coat and hat.
"I really have to go. If you have any further questions, ask the school administrator or the principal at the boy's academy." He slips on his gloves and scarf. I leave behind him, walking with him to the front of the school. "You already got your things right?"
"Yeah, they're in the car."
"Ok good, cause legally, this is the last time you are allowed here and I don't want you to break anymore rules." He takes out his set of keys, locking the front door behind him. "Have a nice day Jimin!"
"Bye Principal Kim!"
He stops walking away and turns to face me. "Namjoon! Call me Namjoon!" He waves, his head barely visible under his scarf, causing me to laugh from how cute he was being.
"Bye Namjoon!" It felt weird to call my elders by their first names but I can deal with it.
Jungkook pulls up, the window rolling down. "Need a ride cutie?"
"Shut up you big giraffe." We laugh as I enter the car, the heater already turned on high as I warm up.
"Were you in a lot of trouble?" His face held genuine concern, his right hand holds my left as he drives away.
"No, Prin- Namjoon is really nice, said I'll be going to your school now."
"Really?" His bunny smile shines through, the grip on my hand tightens. "Maybe we'll have class together. It'll be easier to see each other every day." He's so excited that it warms my heart.
"I'm hungry. Let's eat."
"What about your stuff?"
"We'll drop it off later, right now I need something fulfilling." He smirks, turning the corner.
"I have just the place."
Ok so we were supposed to go eat right? We were at the table, ordering our drinks and food so tell me how an innocent trip to the bathroom to wash our hands ended up being the two of us in a stall, lips unable to detach from one another? "Jimin~" He pushes me against the wall, lips now taking control of my collarbones, leaving hues of pink and purple.
"Mmmm." His leg slips in between my thighs, my hips unconsciously grind against him. "Jungkook-ahhh~" My pants were getting tighter, hormones flow through my body as he applies pressure against my crotch with his leg. Holy fuck.
He stops leaving hickeys on my neck, panting into my shoulder. My mind is still hazy from the heated moment earlier as I process the emptiness that used to be his leg in between my thighs. "W-Wait."
It took a lot of energy to calm down and see that Jungkook had doubts on his mind. "What is it? Something wrong?"
His panting is less now but he steps back for more air. "I..." His hand combs through his fluffy hair, landing at his side. "Y-You're hard."
I blush from ear to ear, wondering where he was going with this. "Yeah... you are too? I hope?" As if it wasn't obvious.
"I-It's just that... I guess it's really hit me now that... You're a guy too. You have a dick too and I gotta be honest..." My saliva becomes thick, too hard to swallow. "I'm scared." He begins to tear up slightly, my body responds quicker than my mind as I wrap my arms around his waist. "I don't know how to do this... I've only been with girls."
My worries slowly disappear when I feel him hug me--squeeze me-- back. "We'll figure it out together." He kisses the side of my cheek, later pulling me in for a sweet kiss. My hands slip behind his neck, one grabbing the back of his hair. His breath felt hot against mine, our tongues sloppily entangle with the other as we gradually become more and more heated. We walk back towards the wall again, by back pressed and my legs raised to hold myself around his waist.
He pushed his hips against in slow rolls, making it harder to keep my moans to a minimum. "Fuck Jimin. I'm so glad this is happening. That we are happening."
Instead of a verbal response, my stomach answers for me, growling loud enough to be heard outside. He chuckles into my neck, letting my legs fall down on both sides. "S-Sorry. I really am hungry."
"Me too." He kisses my forehead, rubbing the top of my head. "I didn't want our first time to be in the men's room anyways. Our first time will be special." His hand slips in mine, pulling me out the door and towards our table.
I giggle, covering my mouth. "I can't wait."
I hate ending books.