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Buzz.
Buzzz.
Buzzzz.
Taehyung was not ecstatic to hear his alarm go off that morning, and probably pressed snooze at least five times before he forced himself out of bed.
Saying Taehyung was on edge was an understatement.
Because he was a nervous wreck.
It was a special day, but one that Taehyung had not been looking forward to.
His time had finally come.
Taehyung was expected to return back to school, and he’d have to do so without the comfort of Jimin by his side since Jimin’s suspension was actually a few days longer.
Taehyung was uncomfortable the moment he left his house and took his first step inside that school.
Because he expected the judgmental staring. Any drama slightly affiliated with Park Jimin was bound to get some attention at school. And as predicted, Taehyung was the main attraction.
It didn’t matter if Taehyung walked with his head down or which direction he took in the hallways. Because every corner Taehyung turned, all eyes were on him.
But if there was anything Taehyung dreaded more than the hallway gossip, it was most definitely lunch.
Taehyung was really not looking forward to it.
The lunch room was just so public and just so perfect for confrontation.
Not only was the whole school staring over his shoulder, but he was staring over his own shoulder too. He constantly kept an eye out for the raging bull, fearing Yunho would pop around the corner, confront him, and continue to instigate shit.
Taehyung just wished he could go back to being a ghost, but it would be a while before he could reach that invisible status again if he ever did manage to.
He wanted to curl up into a ball and hide, isolate himself completely, or just skip lunch period. But because he was a hot topic around school, he already knew he wasn’t get away with any of those things.
So Taehyung tried to keep a low profile during lunch that day.
But it didn’t work.
Obviously.
“Oh my god.”
“Taehyungie!”
“I’m so happy you’re back!”
It was a voice that filled the room with joy followed by a hug that nearly knocked Taehyung’s lunch tray off the table.
“H-hey, Hoseok—“ Taehyung stammered while Hoseok wrapped his arms around him and squeezed the absolute shit out of him in front of the whole cafeteria.
“Gosh!” Hoseok exclaimed before releasing Taehyung and finally letting him breath. “I didn’t think I was gonna see you again!”
Hoseok’s tone changed and smile faded when he added, “I heard what happened...”
“Oh,” was all Taehyung could reply as he felt the entire room watching.
Taehyung nervously rubbed the back of his head.
And then the weirdest thing happened.
Hoseok apologized.
“I’m sorry.”
“I know I started it and threw you into an uncomfortable position.”
It was a tone Taehyung had never heard from Hoseok before. And by the serious look on his face too, it was safe to say he meant it.
Hoseok was sorry.
But Taehyung didn’t want to hear it.
“It’s okay.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Okay.
So maybe a little bit of it was Hoseok’s fault in the beginning, but ultimately Taehyung took accountability.
Hoseok’s head dropped to the side.
“So then is Park Jimin…?”
Taehyung butted in.
“Still suspended?”
“Yeah.”
Hoseok shook his head.
“No, I mean—“ Hoseok paused before adding with the most bewildered look on his face, “You guys are friends?”
Taehyung swallowed unsurely.
His answer came out a bit flustered and frantic.
“Um, well, we’re—“
Fuck.
Taehyung wasn’t really sure what to answer to that. He wanted to believe they were best friends, but the more he thought about it, the more that term seemed inappropriate.
Because did best friends really walk each other home holding canvases above their heads and exchanging kisses before leaving?
Did best friends sneak into club rooms and dance studios and end up with their tongues down each other’s throats?
Did best friends do whatever the fuck just happened in Jimin’s bedroom?
At that point, Taehyung didn’t know what they were.
But it was something special.
Hoseok blinked at Taehyung’s awkward silence.
On the spot, Taehyung just shrugged his shoulders and opted on, “Uh, yeah sure.”
Hoseok still had this unconvinced look plastered on his face which made Taehyung very eager to change the subject.
“So—“ Taehyung cleared his throat and added abruptly, “How is your art class going?”
Hoseok’s face beamed at the question.
“Oh my gosh, it’s going great!” He added with the giddiest smile, “I’m back up to a C+ now.”
Huh.
Taehyung had never heard anyone more enthusiastic about a C+ in his life.
“Wow.” Taehyung quirked his eyebrow in surprise and replied, “Back to C+, huh?”
“Yeah,” Hoseok chuckled warmly, “Best C+ I’ve ever had.”
For the first time, Taehyung chuckled alongside Hoseok before taking a sip from his milk carton and admitting honestly, “Well, I’m happy for you.”
Taehyung really was happy for Hoseok.
It seemed like he was finally getting his shit together which was more than Taehyung could ever ask for.
Hoseok took a seat on the lunch bench next to Taehyung, tilted his head towards him, and stared down at the table in interest.
“So how’s your—?”
Hoseok stopped to rephrase himself.
“What are you working on?” He asked, gesturing to the papers sitting on the table next to Taehyung’s lunch tray.
“Oh.”
Taehyung nodded his head and answered vaguely, “Something exciting.”
Hoseok bounced in his seat and practically buzzed with excitement.
“Ooh, ooh!” He cheered, “I wanna see!”
Taehyung snorted out a laugh, lifted the stack of papers, and titled them in Hoseok’s direction to see.
“It’s just missing assignments.” He explained, laughing as Hoseok’s face dropped.
He then added, more serious, “I have a lot of catching up to do.”
God.
Didn’t Taehyung just love missing assignments from being suspended for so long.
Hoseok pursed his lips and sorted through the depressing stack of worksheets below him.
“Oh, geography.”
“This assignment is easy.”
“I remember doing it last year.”
“Let me know if you need help with any—“
Hoseok frantically cut himself and rephrased again.
“I mean—“
“Not like cheating.”
“But like—“
“If you need any actual help—“
“Then I’m here.”
Taehyung couldn’t help but to laugh at that one too, but then he found himself smiling in appreciation.
“Thanks, Hoseok.”
Hoseok smiled back at him, and it was the most genuine smile Taehyung had seen from him.
Then Hoseok’s eager eyes darted to the other side of the cafeteria.
“Oh, hey—!“
“That’s Yoongi.”
“I gotta run now.”
“Catch you later?”
With wide curious eyes, Taehyung slowly nodded his head and watched Hoseok jump up from the lunch table, shout something unintelligible, and dance his way across the cafeteria to bother some other poor student.
But strangely enough, Taehyung didn’t feel bothered that time.
He was actually starting to enjoy those unexpected interactions with Hoseok and looked forward to their lunch time chats.
But Taehyung didn’t enjoy Hoseok leaving because a familiar feeling sunk back in.
The judgment topped with the side of loneliness Taehyung felt became very overwhelming very fast. With half the cafeteria of school girls still whispering and gossiping, Taehyung knew he had to book it out of there and rush to his next class early.
So that’s what he did.
He collected all his missing assignments, shoved them in his backpack, threw his lunch away, and bolted out the cafeteria with his head held down.
Taehyung almost had this breath of relief when he made it out those doors, but feeling was swept away and replaced by a heavy, unsettling breeze when he accidentally brushed shoulders with someone.
And then Taehyung’s entire body froze and his heart jumped out of his chest.
There Yunho was, towering over him.
And with Park Jimin still at home suspended that meant Taehyung was completely alone with the crazy bastard that broke his wrist.
As a cold air passed by, Taehyung’s terrified thoughts trailed.
He wondered if Yunho was going to cause a scene and yell a lot.
He wondered if Yunho was going to throw a fit and push him back.
He wondered if Yunho was going to fucking kill him for all the events that happened in that clubroom that lead up to their ten day suspension.
Still scared stiff, Taehyung expected any of those things to happen.
But none of them did.
Yunho kind of just huffed in offense, curled his lip, and glared at Taehyung for bumping into him.
Then he just walked away.
Yunho just walked away leaving Taehyung a conflicted, slightly grateful, slightly terrified mess.
__________
Taehyung leaned against the doorstep, bounced his leg impatiently, and glanced at the time on his phone.
7:14 A.M
Taehyung clicked his tongue, shoved his phone back into his pocket, and questioned under his breath, “Shit, is this guy gonna be late—?”
It was unlike class president Park Jimin to be late to anything.
Especially school.
Especially when Taehyung offered to walk him to school on his first day back.
But this wasn’t the same Park Jimin that Taehyung was dealing with now.
In fact, a totally different Park Jimin came rushing out that front door.
“Sorry!”
“Sorry!”
“I totally lost track of time!”
Before Taehyung could process who he was looking at or mumble a reply himself, he was hit with this power hug. The hug was so tight and so sudden it practically gave Taehyung whiplash.
Jimin burried his whole face into Taehyung’s shoulder before greeting, “Hi—!”
Jimin pulled away just so he could cup Taehyung’s face in his hands and add, “Oh my god, it’s so good to see you again!”
At this point, Taehyung still hadn’t said anything because he was too busy staring.
From the color of his hair to the messiness of his uniform, everything about Jimin just seemed so different.
It was still the Jimin he loved.
But the change really threw Taehyung for a loop.
Fuck.
Could ten days last that long?
Jimin’s hands traveled to Taehyung’s hands, and he squeezed them gently before lighting up in realization.
“Your cast—!” Jimin squealed happily, “It’s off!”
“Your hair—“ Taehyung started unsurely, “It’s silver.”
Jimin’s whole head of hair was a stunning silver shade, and it looked as bright and beautiful as the moon. Like the moon, Taehyung could stare at Jimin’s hair for hours.
Jimin giggled bashfully and tucked a piece of silver hair behind his ear, bringing attention to those dangling earrings that matched.
Fuck.
Taehyung loved those earrings.
He kind of just wanted to reach out and touch him.
But before he could act on that impulse, Jimin finally blurted out some type of explanation.
“I got a little bored at home.”
“Wanted a bit of a change.”
“What do you think?”
“Do you like it—?” Jimin asked, batting his lashes and coyly biting his lip.
Then Taehyung’s eyes fell to Jimin’s perfectly pink, glossy, round lips.
To be clear, Taehyung fully heard Jimin’s question. He actually processed his answer in his head too, but he wasn’t able to vocalize his response because Jimin just looked so—
Jimin just looked so fucking pretty.
Taehyung didn’t care how late they were to school anymore because he just wanted to capture that moment and frame it.
Jimin slung his backpack around his shoulder, hopped down his doorsteps with a smile, and started their walk to school.
“Now that I’m not class president—” Jimin started rambling, without a fraction of sadness to his tone, “I’m gonna dye my hair all types of colors.”
“What do you think I should do next?”
“Pink?”
“Blue?”
“Orange?”
“Ooh, ooh!” Jimin bounced with excitement, “Do you think I’ll look good as a brunette?”
Uh.
Shit.
Taehyung still wasn’t thinking.
And Jimin started to catch on, calling out softly, “...Taehyung?”
Taehyung shook his head and snapped out of his dazed trance.
“Huh?”
“Sorry.”
Jimin plopped his head to the side and raised his brow questioningly.
“...I was thinking about something.” Taehyung quietly muttered, vaguely answering Jimin and making him ten times more curious.
Jimin couldn’t help but to ask, “What were you thinking about?”
Taehyung debated on whether he should answer that one because the majority of the thoughts in his head made him blush extremely hard.
“Taehyungiee!” Jimin shook him on the shoulder and whined persistently, “Tell me, tell me!”
“Ughh—” Taehyung groaned before eventually caving in, “Alright, alright.”
Before Taehyung even started talking, his lips cracked into an uncontrollable, love struck smile.
“I was thinking about how I wanted to paint you with all the hair colors in the world.”
This time it was Jimin’s turn to have a full on brain malfunction. Taehyung wasn’t entirely sure what it was but something he said moved Jimin so fucking hard that he stopped walking entirely. Taehyung could also see hearts glistening in Jimin’s eyes.
“Wow.” Jimin stammered, chuckling cutely.
Eventually Jimin pulled himself back together, started walking again, and shifted the subject to something else.
“So are you gonna start painting again?” Jimin asked, eyeing down his now fully healed wrist.
“Maybe.” Taehyung nonchalantly answered, “Taking it slow.”
Even though Taehyung’s wrist was already healed, he wasn’t too enthusiastic to jump back into painting just yet because he needed to find his love for it again.
But losing his heart for painting wasn’t necessarily a bad thing because it would naturally come and go.
And that just meant that all of his heart was being poured into that idiot right next to him.
“Right.” Jimin replied, nodding his head understandingly.
As they walked down that familiar road on the way to school, Jimin brushed shoulders with Taehyung and added in fascination, “Well, your wrist is looking really good—”
Then Jimin’s eyes connected with his and his eager little fingers started to slide down Taehyung’s arm.
“—Can I hold it the rest of the way?” He asked, batting those beautiful lashes again.
Taehyung’s lips curved into a grin as he smugly replied, “I’ll allow it.”
So Jimin held his hand the rest of the way and Taehyung forgot how nervous he was to return to school until they actually arrived at school.
Taehyung had dealt with some of the judgment and backlash earlier that week, but he wasn’t at all prepared for the attention he’d get with Jimin.
Because ex-class president Park Jimin with his silver hair, dangling earrings, and rebellious uniform was now the star of the show.
And the moment they stepped through that school door, the show really started.
The whole hallway was their audience, and Taehyung felt their every action being monitored. He was even a little insecure to be holding hands with Jimin in front of a crowd, but Jimin just seemed to squeeze tighter.
Jimin didn’t even act like anything was wrong and continued to hold Taehyung’s hand all the way until they reached the door to his first class.
“Mm, okay.”
“I gotta head to class now.”
“See you in geography later?”
Taehyung smiled, nodded his head, and looked forward to geography.
__________
Taehyung did not make it very far into geography until he was giggling at his phone.
JIMINEE 🦢
[9:21 A.M] ok what about purple ??
TAEHYUNG.
[9:22 A.M] ???
JIMINEE 🦢
[9:22 A.M] or red
[9:23 A.M] do u think i’d look pretty w red hair?
TAEHYUNG.
[9:24 A.M] Omg
[9:24 A.M] Are we still talking about this?
JIMINEE 🦢
[9:24 A.M] what if i went back to black hair
[9:25 A.M] taehyungieeeee
[9:25 A.M] what do u think
Taehyung could feel Jimin eyeing him down from the other side of the classroom which made teasing him ten times more satisfying.
TAEHYUNG.
[9:28 A.M] I don’t care.
[9:28 A.M] It’s just hair.
[9:29 A.M] You should pay attention in class.
Watching Jimin’s face turn when he opened up that message on his phone was one of the funniest things Taehyung had seen in awhile.
But the rampage of texts that followed were even funnier.
JIMINEE 🦢
[9:30 A.M] whaaaat
[9:30 A.M] but this is importaaant
[9:31 A.M] should i go back to blonde ???
[9:32 A.M] fuckkkkk was the silver too much ???
The silver was a lot.
But Jimin was a lot.
And Taehyung loved him for it.
TAEHYUNG.
[9:34 A.M] You’re always too much.
JIMINIEE. 🦢
[9:34 A.M] wait wtff
[9:34 A.M] what does that mean
[9:35 A.M] taehyung what does that meaaan
[9:35 A.M] taehyung oh my god i swear im gonna kill you when we-
Jimin’s almost cryptic message chain stopped there because Mr. Jung embarrassingly called him out in front of the entire class.
“Park Jimin.”
“Pay attention.”
“Put your phone away.”
Jimin stiffened straight in his seat and scrambled to shove his phone in his pockets. Taehyung had to cover his mouth with his arm to muffle his laughter because he just wanted to giggle like a crackhead watching Jimin get in trouble.
Jimin shot Taehyung this betrayed look too.
He pursed his lips, crossed his arms, and pouted.
And then no less than five minutes later, a mysterious piece of notebook paper was sent over Taehyung’s way.
As soon as the note landed on his desk and in his hands, Taehyung opened it up like it was christmas morning and had the biggest grin on his face.
Jimin passed him this note that was truly a work of art.
Honestly though, it was probably the worst stick figure drawing Taehyung had ever seen but it made him absolutely hysterical in the middle of class. Jimin’s anger towards Mr. Jung was prominent in every little aggravated scribble. From the crazy eyes to the angry unibrow, Jimin’s petty stick figure of Mr. Jung was a masterpiece.
It was Jimin’s greatest piece yet.
And Taehyung couldn’t wait to see more of them.
___________
Then lunch came around.
Naturally Taehyung was a little apprehensive given the unwanted attention, big crowds, and possibility of bumping into Yunho again, but he was more comfortable with the idea of lunch with Jimin right next to him.
But Jimin was consistently late to everything that day, leaving Taehyung alone at his lunch table like old times.
And also like old times, a friendly face eventually appeared to greet him.
“Tae, tae!” Hoseok cheered in his usual energetic voice before he wrapped his arms around Taehyung in another one of his surprise sneak attack hugs.
“Do you wanna eat lunch at my table today?” Hoseok asked, picking up on the fact that Taehyung was at his table all alone.
If Jimin was still at home suspended, Taehyung would take Hoseok up on his offer.
“Oh.”
“I’m actually waiting on Jimin.”
“But maybe another time?”
Taehyung actually meant that and wasn’t turning Hoseok down with some shit excuse.
Hoseok smiled and nodded his head politely before his gaze landed on someone else in the cafeteria. Not only was Hoseok staring, but the entire room was practically foaming at the mouth when Jimin entered and debuted his new look.
“Ooh!” Hoseok chimed, “There he is.”
He wiggled his eyebrows before adding suggestively, “Don’t have too much fun now.”
Don’t have too much fun?
Taehyung’s brain couldn’t even process what Hoseok meant by that.
And then Hosoek just fucking ran off like always leaving Taehyung in a whirlwind of confusion.
But that didn’t matter because Jimin was there now.
Rushing into the cafeteria like a mad man with his lunch box in hand, Jimin had everybody looking at him.
And when Jimin collapsed at Taehyung’s lunch table in exhaustion, the staring didn’t stop there.
The whole cafeteria watched their interaction like they were on some sort of TV show, and Taehyung would be lying if he said it didn’t irk him a little.
“Guess what!” Jimin squealed, still unbothered by the attention.
Taehyung apprehensively darted his eyes around the room, crossed his arms tight to his chest, and insecurely murmured back, “W-what?”
Jimin reached inside his lunch box and proceeded to pull out some home cooked food with the most excited expression on his face.
“Mom made gimbap.”
“It’s kimchi too.”
“Try some.”
Before Taehyung could even blink, Jimin was sending a small roll of gimbap his way.
But for the first time in a while, Taehyung turned Jimin down because the pressure of people watching was finally getting to him.
Jimin set the food down and slumped back in disappointment.
“What’s the matter?” Jimin asked, eyebrows furrowing.
“Dosen’t it—?” Taehyung started, swallowing unsurely, “Doesn’t it feel like the entire cafeteria is staring at us right now?”
Taehyung couldn’t be imagining this shit, right?
Jimin had to feel them staring too, right?
Taehyung wasn’t just going crazy, right?
He didn’t expect Jimin’s next answer to be so simple and blunt.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“That’s because they are.”
There wasn’t even a hint of concern in Jimin’s voice though, and Taehyung found it a bit strange. Jimin just honestly gave zero shits that the entire room was watching them which Taehyung also found remarkable.
“R-right.” Taehyung muttered under his breath, crossing his arms even tighter in discomfort.
Jimin didn’t even have to look at Taehyung for two seconds to pick up on his uneasy mood.
Then Jimin took one glance around the cafeteria before he leaned in closer to Taehyung and softly called out.
“Hey, Tae.”
“Can I ask you something?”
Taehyung’s stomach bubbled nervously.
Because Jimin had never been that formal about asking him anything before.
Taehyung replied unsurely, “Y-yeah? What is it?”
Jimin leaned in closer, practically whispering now, “I have a very special question for you.”
Taehyung pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes in suspicion, and shot Jimin this disapproving glare. Something in his gut just told him that Jimin had some stupid shit up his sleeve.
And only three seconds later, Taehyung’s predictions came true.
Because Jimin definitely did some stupid shit and definitely made a fool out of himself in front of the entire cafeteria.
Jimin carelessly shot up from his seat and literally jumped on the fucking lunch table, drawing gasps from the whole room.
He proceeded to shout at the top of his lungs, “Kim Taehyung!”
Taehyung’s eyes were blown wide with shock and his heart wasn’t even pumping regularly at that point.
The only logical thing Taehyung could question in his head at the time was, “What the fuck is Park Jimin doing?”
And then Taehyung’s question was answered.
Because Jimin proposed to him in front of the whole cafeteria on top of that lunch table.
“Will you be my boyfriend?”
They were words Taehyung wanted to hear eventually but not at all in that fashion.
On the inside, Taehyung was cursing Jimin out in his head for being so extra with his delivery.
But he couldn’t be too mad.
Because this was the Park Jimin that Taehyung agreed to commit to.
Taehyung was head over heels for that loud, goofy, extremely extra, ex-class president.
Everyone looked at Taehyung too and waited anxiously for his answer to Jimin’s extravagant proposal.
After several awkward seconds of Taehyung trying to function again, he finally answered.
Taehyung uncomfortably nodded his head in acceptance just so that Jimin could get off of that table and not cause any more trouble than they already had.
And Jimin was grinning like an unbothered idiot for the remainder of lunch.
____________
“Okay.”
“So—”
“What the fuck was that?”
Taehyung had never been so vocal with Jimin before, but he really needed an explanation after what just happened in that cafeteria in front of the entire school.
So he stopped Jimin in the hallway immediately after, practically pinned him against a locker, and drilled him with questions.
For the whole time too, Jimin just shot him this innocent, clueless smile.
“What?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Don’t play dumb.” Taehyung bit back, squinting his eyes and shooting Jimin daggers.
When his mind replayed the events that just occurred in the lunchroom, he couldn’t help but to scoff in disbelief at Jimin’s ridiculousness.
Taehyung added, mocking Jimin with a huff, “Will you be my boyfriend? What the heck?”
Jimin’s eyes lit up in realization.
“Oh, that!”
“Yeah, I was just having fun.”
Jimin bit his lower lip and teased Taehyung with these dangerous, flirty eyes.
Taehyung played along, raising his eyebrows and smugly asking, “So I guess I’m your boyfriend now?”
It was actually a good question.
Taehyung didn’t necessarily care about labels, but it would be nice to know where their relationship was.
Jimin looked up at the ceiling, thought about it for a few seconds, and then let out the most indecipherable hum.
“Mmm, no—” Jimin started, sending Taehyung’s nerves spiraling a little.
“You’ve been my boyfriend.”
Taehyung definitely wasn’t expecting to hear that one and it made his heart do jumping jacks, but he played it cool on the outside.
“Oh yeah?” Taehyung licked his lips and started, “And when did I become your boyfriend?”
Taehyung couldn’t play it cool anymore when Jimin’s answer hit him hard.
“Since the first time I saw you in the club room.”
Fuck.
Taehyung’s face turned red in a matter of seconds.
That Park Jimin may not have been class president anymore, but he was still a charming piece of shit.
“Ahaha!” Jimin cheered in victory, “Now you’re blushing.”
Lowering his head and averting his gaze, Taehyung sternly called out, “Park Jimin.”
“Yes…?” Jimin asked, fluttering his lashes and smiling sheepishly.
“Shut up.” Taehyung snapped back, still blushing.
Taehyung playfully swatted him on the shoulder and Jimin developed the worst case of the giggles.
Eventually the bell rang above their heads, indicating lunch was over.
But instead of scrambling to their feet and rushing to their next classes, the lovebirds held hands, strolled down the halls, and joked the entire time.
At some point during that scenic route, Taehyung and Jimin walked past the club room.
And there was this strange, indescribable feeling that lingered as soon as they crossed paths with that room.
Taehyung stopped in his tracks and tugged on Jimin’s hand.
“Does it make you sad?” Taehyung asked, staring at the now restricted club room door.
Jimin paused in confusion, plopped his head to the side, and countered, “Why would it?”
Taehyung bit his lip unsurely.
A wave of emotions kind of hit him at once when Taehyung looked at that room.
Because so much shit happened inside that club room.
And so much shit changed because of that club room.
“Well—”
“Because—”
“—The memories, I guess?”
There were a lot of memories Taehyung associated with that room.
Some good memories.
And some really fucking bad memories.
But ultimately because of that crappy club room, Taehyung was able to get close to Jimin and he would forever prize that.
“Taehyung.”
Jimin grabbed onto both of Taehyung’s hands and held them tight.
“The memories are right here.”
Taehyung didn’t know if it was the sincerity of Jimin’s words, the warmth of Jimin’s little hands on top of his, or the way Jimin’s eyes sparkled when they looked up at his.
But something made Taehyung crack and tear up a little.
Jimin drew back in disbelief.
“Did I just—?”
“Did I just make you cry?”
Taehyung frantically pulled his hands away, covered his eyes with his fists, and countered in defense, “I’m not crying.”
Taehyung was definitely crying a little.
Jimin snorted before nudging Taehyung on the shoulder.
“Come on, crybaby.”
“We’ll be late to class.”