Jimin.

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Yunmin. "Will you come to class?"

It was 10:00. The first period was already halfway through, and Jimin was still missing. Taehyung, his best friend, had gotten used to his perpetually late classmate, but he still missed his whispers and doodles in the margins.

He found the contact number "Strawberry" and, without thinking twice, pressed call. Taehyung was sitting in the front row, right in front of the teacher's desk, and despite this, he didn't seem the least bit shy. He just covered the receiver with his hand for appearance's sake.

A few rings passed, and then something sleepy and rustling was heard on the other end.

"Hello, Jimin, are you coming to class?" Taehyung asked loudly, slightly turning his back to the teacher.

A purring sound, the rustling of a blanket, and a hoarse, sleepy voice were heard on the other end of the line:
— To... to Yungisha?..

“To Yungisha, yes,” the teacher himself answered unexpectedly loudly, tearing himself away from the board and turning to the audience.

There was silence in the classroom, and then someone giggled. Taehyung snickered, covering his mouth. And on the other end of the line, there was an embarrassed squeak.

“I’ll come to Yungisha…,” Jimin barely audibly squeezed out, and his voice trembled with a mixture of shame and pleasure.

"That's great," the teacher slowly approached the table, leaned his hip on it, and, bowing his head, added with a slight smile, "I was about to call. To check if my favorite... student is sick."