Yoongi.

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Yunmin. "Are you coming to class?"

The clock reads 10:00. The first period is past the halfway mark, and Jimin is still not in his seat. Taehyung, his best friend, is used to his eternally late classmate, but he still misses his whispers and the doodles in the margins.

He found the contact "Strawberry" and, without thinking twice, hit call. Taehyung was sitting in the front row, right in front of the teacher's desk, and despite this, he wasn't shy in the slightest. He only covered the receiver with his palm—for the sake of propriety.

A few rings passed, and something sleepy and rustling sounded on the other end.

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

A purr, the rustle of a blanket, and a husky, sleep-filled voice could be heard through the phone:
— To... to Yoongish?..

— To Yoongish, yes, — the professor himself answered unexpectedly loudly, stepping away from the board and turning toward the room.

Silence fell over the classroom, and then someone giggled. Taehyung snorted, covering his mouth. On the other end of the line, an embarrassed squeak was heard.

— To Yoongish... I'll come, — Jimin squeezed out barely audibly, his voice trembling from a mixture of shame and pleasure.

— That's wonderful, — the teacher slowly approached the desk, leaned against it with his hip, and, tilting his head with a slight smile, added: — Otherwise, I was already about to call. To check if my favorite... student had fallen ill.