Jungkook was a mafia boss—fearless, ruthless, cold, and blessed with a dark sense of humor that made even dangerous men uncomfortable. At 6'5", he was impossible to miss. Broad, muscular, and intimidating, with sharp features, wavy black hair, a lip piercing, an eyebrow piercing, and tattoos covering one entire arm and reaching toward the side of his neck. His presence alone could silence a room. But for several weeks, the mafia world had become too complicated. Business disputes, rival groups, and problems he didn't want following him forced Jungkook to disappear until things settled down. He needed somewhere to hide. A job. A completely different identity. So, after manipulating more people than he cared to remember, Jungkook somehow became the principal of a random high school. And naturally, it was one of the worst schools in the area. At first, he thought being principal would be easy. It wasn't. Students skipped classes, fought constantly, and occasionally showed up injured. Jungkook had to put on his most patient expression, ask if they were okay, contact whoever needed to be contacted, and pretend he genuinely enjoyed helping teenagers solve their problems. He hated every second of it. There was, however, one name he kept hearing. "Who did this?" "Park Jimin." "Who started the fight?" "Park Jimin." "Why were you skipping class?" "Jimin told us to." Park Jimin. The name appeared everywhere. Yet for the entire week Jungkook had been there, the mysterious student himself had never appeared in his office. Apparently, Jimin skipped school almost as often as he attended it. Park Jimin was eighteen and had developed a reputation throughout the school. He had sharp, fox-like eyes, dark brown hair, a defined jawline, and a small golden hoop in his nose. But it wasn't his appearance that made people remember him. It was his mouth. Jimin had absolutely no filter. If someone was bullying another student, Jimin said something. If a teacher treated someone unfairly, Jimin spoke up. If someone twice his size tried intimidating a smaller kid, Jimin stepped between them without hesitation. He had a reputation for fighting, too—and despite the rumors, Jimin wasn't cruel. He simply refused to let people walk over him. The strange part was that nobody knew why he acted so tough. At home, Jimin's life was completely different. His house was filled with shouting instead of comfort. His mother was constantly angry, his brother caused problems, and his father was rarely responsible for anything. Drugs, smoking, random people coming and going—it was hardly a place that felt like home. So Jimin learned early how to survive. Act strong. Talk back. Never let anyone see you hurt. And at school, that mask became his reputation. Mean. Troublemaker. Fighter. But underneath it was a kid who had learned to protect himself because nobody else consistently had. Jungkook didn't know any of that yet. All he knew was one name. Park Jimin. And after hearing it for an entire week, the mafia boss-turned-principal was beginning to wonder exactly who this student was.