Jungkook's Pov

"HEe started it," Nina muttered like the brat she is.

"Is there something you'd like to say, Mr. Jeon?" Principal Lee asked, hand shoved halfway down his slacks like he'd rather be anywhere else.

"Yeah," I shrugged lazily. "I'd very much like to inform you that she is one horrible, ugly, pathetic—"

"Jungkook," Principal Kim warned, massaging her temples like I was the migraine.

Excuse me? She throws the first slap and now suddenly we're pretending words hurt more?

"You're ugly. You're pathetic. You're a muppet, Jeon Jungkook," Nina scoffed, full volume, dead in my face. Her nose still bled faintly. Her mouth was swollen. Her neck bore faint bruises from earlier—my doing, maybe. Her hair looked like she lost a fight with a blender.

And yet she gets a pass. I glance at both Principals, deadpan. They shoot me disapproving looks like I'm the circus and Nina's the fucking trapeze artist victim. Unreal.

I keep my mouth shut, barely. Mostly because I know I went too far. Also because her saying my kiss was disgusting is still lodged like a splinter in my skull.

"That's strike one," Principal Lee snaps. "If this happens again—"

"Yeah, I know," I say without blinking. I know exactly what comes after strike one.

Once we're dismissed, Nina storms off to our tent like she's some princess in a horror movie. I hang back, my mind already blueprinting the next step. Heard she hates bees. And lizards. Should I drop a lizard in her sleeping bag? How would I even find a bee hive up here? I was scheming in silence when someone walked up.

Guy from Dreamberry. Wavy-haired d!ckhead. Pretty boy type. Strolling like he owns the ground.

He stops right outside my tent and calls her name. Bold move. A few seconds later, he walks in. Inside my tent.

My eyes narrow.

I get up. Not storming, not shouting. Just quiet. Calculated. The calm before I rearrange someone's face.

I slip inside, my own tent, moving soundlessly. He's already talking. "My teachers got blackcurrant shakes. Want to come?"

Nina pauses mid-comb. Her face lights up. That specific kind of joy reserved for ice cream, praise, or a new crush.

"Wait—seriously? Oh my god, let's go."

She's already halfway to the exit, her hand in his like they're characters in a rom-com. They stop cold the second they see me.

I'm blocking the way out.

Kyle—or whatever the fuxk his name is—tries to smile. "Uh, hey—"

"Don't talk to him, Kyle," she cuts in, yanking his hand tighter like I'm contagious.

He frowns. "Why not? What's wrong?"

"He's like a fly," she mutters, not even looking at me. "And everything's wrong with flies. That poop vermin."

They walk past. Her voice fades with distance but her words stay behind like rot. I stand in silence, jaw clenched, hands itching.

She just signed the death warrant to her own peace.
She thinks she's seen the worst of me?

No.
Not even close.

~ 4.30 pm ~

I was waiting outside the pathetic excuse of a washroom we'd set up. Heard her shout she was about to shower. Perfect.

I grabbed my bucket—prepped with enough pink pigment to make Barbie cry—and crouched behind the tent wall like a damn war general. I'd been waiting forever. Nina took longer to strip than she did to throw tantrums.

Finally—footsteps. The door creaked shut. I peeked. She tossed her clothes over the roof edge. I heard the splash of plastic tubs, water sloshing. My moment.

Grinning, I hauled the bucket, stepped closer, and dumped it.

A scream erupted. But not hers.
Not Nina's.

Wrong scream.
Wrong pitch.
Wrong f*cking person.

My blood froze.

"Who is it...WHO IS IT?!"

Oh God. Oh no.

That voice...
That's Principal Kim.

AUTHOR'S P.o.v

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jeon," Principal Kim barked over the phone, face stained in unforgiving shades of pink, "but I cannot keep this bratty son of yours in my care."

She didn't wait for a reply. Hung up. And turned to glare at Jungkook like she was seconds away from exile.

"Anything you want to say?" she snapped. "Maybe something like: Sorry, Principal Kim, or this won't happen again?"

Next to her, Nina was biting back a laugh, failing miserably. She wasn't even sure what was funnier—Jungkook getting his soul chewed out, or his pink-splattered principal looking like a glittery nightmare.

"I'm truly sorry, Principal Kim," Jungkook deadpanned, hands stuffed in his front pockets like he didn't give a single f*ck. "Didn't mean it to be you. I was waiting for her to show up. Then you went in."

Principal Kim turned slowly, piecing it together. "Wait... Is that why you told me to shower first, Nina?"

Nina burst out laughing.

"Oh my God," she wheezed, "I didn't tell you to—okay, no, maybe I hinted—"

Principal Kim narrowed her eyes. "Unbelievable."

Truth was, Nina knew exactly what Jungkook was planning. While she was out on her little milkshake run with Kyle, she'd caught him pacing around with two giant buckets. Then he bumped into Taehyung and Elijah—classic chaos trio—and they had what could only be described as a barking contest. Red flags everywhere.

Add to that: color powder on the floor, a tip-off from a girl in the Sapphire Club who overheard the prank plan, and it wasn't rocket science. Nina simply... redirected the prank to the right victim. Technically.

"So you knew what he was about to do?" Principal Kim turned on Nina now.

"I—well—I didn't know you'd walk in right then—"

"That's so mean, Nina," Jungkook said mockingly. "How could you do that... to her."

"Shut the hell up, Jeon."

"She's so pink 'cause of you," he added, grinning.

Cue round two. They started yelling again—not physically fighting, thank God, but their insults could dent titanium. The teachers didn't even try to stop them anymore.

As punishment?
They were forced to work together.
For the next 24 hours.

"I've never done dishes in my life," Jungkook grumbled, dropping onto the low plastic stool like it personally offended him. "And it's all because of you."

"If you hadn't converted Principal Kim into a radioactive popsicle, we wouldn't be here," Nina shot back, drying a spoon aggressively.

"Don't talk. Your voice is annoying."

He shoved a dripping utensil at her. She snatched it, tempted to smack him upside the head with it.

She was about to until something clicked in her head.
Her lips curved slowly.

"It's my turn now... isn't it?" she whispered, loud enough for him to hear.

He froze. Turned his head. Slow. Suspicious.

She smiled sweetly. "I dare you... to wash every dish alone."

Jungkook blinked. "And I dare you not to finish that sentence."

"Oh, that's not how this works, Jeon Jungkook."

She pulled off her apron like she just dropped the mic.

He stared at her. Silent. Deadpan. Then he exhaled like he was about to commit murder.

"Fine. You win this time," he muttered. "But you're gonna regret it."

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