This story is for a very special friend of mine. Not only did she drag my eternally tired existence through my final years of high school, she is also one of the very few who listen to my excessive whining about favourite characters dying in the newest angsty horror story I've decided I needed in my life.

She wanted me to post this on my Wattpad account without tagging her since she values her privacy, but my dear, that won't save you from a sappy dedication. Especially since I usually bully you for being waaaaay shorter (I know, I know, I am just too tall and all that) and rarely compliment you.

First of all, thank you for sharing most of my fandoms with me. You know how much I suffer with no one to fangirl with. You also introduced me to new things to busy myself with, although I refused one for a long time. Starting with all the good old Japanese stuff, tenth grade would have been terribly boring without the manga I borrowed from you.

And also...BTS. Maybe it took weeks of you torturing me when I had no escape, maybe it took dance videos and the German writing in Blood Sweat & Tears, and maybe my interests are now a very...special mixture. But here we are now, and I had the opportunity to meet great people thanks to it. Without you shoving your phone in my face whenever you could I wouldn't know the music, I wouldn't be reading fanfiction, I wouldn't be editing and I definitely wouldn't have written the other stories here.

Thank you for being at my side for all these years, this is for you.

Love you 3000 💜

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Now to the setup for this since there is one specialty. The school system is a mixture of every single one I've ever found myself in, it probably doesn't exist anywhere, so please just ignore that. There will be some sort of telepathy and since an explanation in the story would disrupt the flow, here are the rules: Everyone can build a mental connection, but you are usually blocked to strangers unless you consciously accept the conversation. Among close friends you maintain some sort of loose connection consisting of sounds and images during your daily life, like a group chat with a lot of spam messages. You can block it out when it gets too annoying or you want privacy. A similar bond exists among families but what kind of teenager or young adult wants to stay mentally connected to their parents all the time? The covered distance is quite big and the connection doesn't weaken as long as you are close enough to have one. Mental conversations will be in italics.

Since this this kind of is a commission there will be quite a few inside jokes or hints at other fandoms. My apologies to those who might be confused sometimes. There is no real start or end, just one day at school with our favourite seven special people.

I am also my own editor and let me tell you, finding others' mistakes is way easier than seeing your own so there will most likely be typos etc.

Please enjoy!

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He walked up the stairs to the stage accompanied by thunderous applause and cheering, squinting his eyes at the blinding lights. He had wanted to maintain a cool and composed facade, but he couldn't help returning the waiting woman's smile. This was his big day after all. Finally he got to the microphone and bowed to the MC, who gestured for him to say a few words.

He looked at all the people watching him, pride swelling in his chest. This was it. All his hard work had paid off, earning him the ultimate reward. After a dramatic pause he cleared his throat and turned to speak.

"Swag!"

Yoongi had never been a fan of long speeches. The crowd went wild.

Knowing they'd be bringing in his trophy now he looked to the side with a smirk. And there it was, the reason he had never given up on being producer of the year for. The softest, fluffiest pillow ever made by man. A staff member was carrying it carefully, walking towards his direction. Yoongi willed him to hurry up, but he knew he would have to stay where he was. Protocol demanded it.

"Hyung." He furrowed his brows. The boy wasn't supposed to talk. Just give him his pillow.

"Hyung!" This was getting annoying. And didn't that guy look kind of familiar?

"Hyung, wake up." Suddenly the world started to shake and slowly faded into darkness. Yoongi groaned and slowly opened his eyes, not at all amused.

Above him stood one brightly smiling Kim Taehyung. Judging from his position he had been close to nudging him with his foot. Yoongi really wanted to scold him. He would have deserved it. But all that left his lips was a pathetic sounding "Why?"

And really, this was the core problem. They knew how much he needed his naps.

That bright smile didn't falter. Curse morning people. He'd never understand them.

"I need your pillow back. Our room got switched to the weird cabbage sauna in the back so we need to leave now."

Right. They were at school. This was his pre classes nap. Grumbling he got up and turned around.

"Thank you, Jiminie. You are now my favourite."

Jimin just smiled him and stood up in one fluid motion, putting his phone in his back pocket in the process. Apparently he had been playing a game or something while Yoongi had used his lap to rest his head.

"Don't let Jungkookie hear that. You know how competitive he gets." The two younger boys walked away, laughing.

Let me hear what? A new voice chimed in. Yoongi blanched. Of course they would do this to him.

That Jimin is my favourite. Better to tell him immediately. Their maknae was persistent.

What? Hyung, I bought you lunch yesterday! Why have you forsaken me?

You ate half of it yourself!

So what, I am a growing boy.

He could hear the smugness in his head. Damn brat, he knew he was safe in the distance. The wonders of telepathy.

Just before he could focus on the image of him raising his middle fingers as an answer someone else decided to interrupt.

This is cute and all, but I am on Yoongi duty today. Hyung, get your ass moving.

Yoongi snorted, but started collecting his stuff from the floor. Jungkook's presence weakened, he was probably focusing on something else.

Don't tell me what to do, Namjoon. I can manage my schedule myself.

Yeah, we saw that last week when you didn't show up to English because you set your alarm to last year's schedule. You're lucky the teacher likes you.

Okay, dad. He was at the door to his classroom now.

Don't call me dad. You're older than me.

Okay, father.

No.

Okay, daddy.

He entered the room with a smirk, Namjoon looking at him with a great amount of disgust from their corner in the far back.

Why am I friends with you?

You love me.

Namjoon shook his head, but he couldn't hide his smile. Yoongi sat down next to him and they starting chatting about random things, just like the rest of the class around them. The teacher finally arrived as well and started unpacking her things.

When the clock showed it was time to begin the lesson, they both turned to the front, Yoongi absentmindedly tugging at Namjoon's slightly longer hair. He enjoyed the feeling of the fluffy strands flopping back to their previous positions. Suddenly the teacher glared at them.

"Are you done yet?" she asked in an annoyed voice.

All the other students went dead silent. It was unusual for this teacher to get snappy, especially since Namjoon was one of her favourite students. Which wasn't too hard, since this was biology and he actually could contribute more than "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell". Nobody knew why, himself included.

So, all the two of them could do was gape at her until she rolled her eyes and started teaching. Both could hear their friends wheezing in their heads. Of course they had listened in, their shock must have sent quite the strong signal.

"Okay, get your textbooks. We'll revise DNA today, you'll need it in the test." The teacher announced, causing groaning and silent cries of despair.

Got a secret can you keep it swear this one you'll save.

"Chapter eleven, page 31, fourth paragraph. Victor, please read."

Better lock it in your pocket, taking this one to the grave.

The blond boy in the front row started reading out loud but Yoongi was slightly distracted by the creepy singing in his mind.

I swear to god Tae, if you don't stop repeating this terrible song over and over, I will come over to your building and hit you with my notebook.

Namjoon and Yoongi shared a look, it had been only a matter of time until Jin would save them.

You know I can't help it, and it's not terrible!

Well, at least he had saved them from the singing. The following whining couldn't have been avoided

And I'm the queen of England. Jimin chimed in, sounding amused.

Jin just sent them an image of a sceptical looking llama, nearly causing Yoongi to snort.

It is terrible, how did you even find it?

A Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle edit on YouTube. For some reason Tae sounded proud.

A Teenage Mutant...You know what, I won't ask. But shouldn't you focus in class?

Well, as all you beautiful people know I currently suffer through maths, all by myself...

Hey!

Okay Jiminie is here, but I am suffering. The lesson so far went like this: Mr Panandel used explanation. It wasn't very effective. Class is confused. So I decided to just stare at the wall, makes more sense than this.

Yoongi had to lightly slap Namjoon, who had collapsed over his desk by now and was shaking with supressed laughter.

How come you have somehow managed to reference two child friendly franchises already and none of them was Super Mario? Jin's disapproving comment didn't help the matter. Yoongi decided to save his seat neighbour from hitting his knees on the desk again when he'd inevitably start curling up even more. It had happened way too many times already.

Because no one shares your obsession with him. And guys, please stop, Namjoon is dying.

Luckily their youngest seemed to agree with him, usually they would continue just to make Namjoon suffer more.

Yeah, stop it. I am witnessing something important here.

What is it? Immediately all of them focused on him.

Remember those two German dudes who are always writing poetry for each other? They are in my philosophy class and now they are writing poems together.

The group broke out in silent cheers, Jin cooing and Jimin and Tae immediately starting to sing again.

And Iiiiii will always loooove youuuu

Come to me in the night hours I will wait for youuu

Wait, wait! Namjoon suddenly interjected. He had obviously recovered from his laughing fit and was now facing the front of the room with an impressive poker face so they wouldn't get scolded again.

Where is Hobi? I didn't get his screeching. He would have put money on those two if we hadn't told him never to bet again. His losing streak was sad to watch.

A general sense of worry started spreading during their link. They hadn't heard from Hoseok at all today.

Don't worry guys, I'm here. Just got out of the dance team meeting.

He got a relieved 'oooh' from the whole group.

How did it go? Jimin sounded exited, his schedule hadn't allowed him to join the dance team this year and he obviously missed it a lot.

The meeting itself was great, but I had Mister Hiking Boots in the class before.

What did he do this time?

Yoongi decided this was one of the days he wouldn't get any studying done in class.

Well, he asked if it was really necessary for me to leave. I told him I'm the captain and yes, I need to be there. Apparently he thought his lesson about the benefits of electric toothbrushes was more important though and he refused to let me go.

Just like when I was sick? Still my biggest regret that I didn't puke on his shoes that day. Jimin was met with general agreement.

So what did you do then? Do I need to make sure he has an...accident?

Yoongi shuddered. He had a feeling Jin would make his threats a reality one day. He had that special shine in his eyes whenever someone treated one of them badly.

Nah, don't worry. I just smiled very friendly and left anyways.

Jimin laughed.

Someone got hoseoked in the bad way again then? Well, he really deserves it. Remember what he said when I wanted to leave? Not without a sick note, the law is the law.

Taehyung's deep chuckle resonated in Yoongi's head.

Yeah, like that wasn't for staying at home. We got a nurse for a reason. And duuude, you were actually green in the face. It looked kinda ridiculous.

Welcome to my life. I'll listen to my teacher now, I actually need to pass this class. Glad the meeting went well, Hobi-Hyung!

They all went back to their actual lessons then and soon they were all told to pack their things and go to the break rooms. Namjoon always needed a little more time since he had a tendency to drop half of his things though, so he and Yoongi were among the last few students in the room.

Just when the taller had finished stuffing his last notebook into his crammed bag a student from a different class entered. He scanned all their faces with surprisingly blue eyes while simultaneously trying to hide them behind his black bangs. He didn't really succeed. Yoongi was just about to ask who the boy was looking for when he heard high pitched screeching behind him, making him jump in surprise.

"Ben!"

The poor visitor turned red like a tomato, but he responded, louder than Yoongi would have given him credit for.

"Elaine!"

Someone rushed by him and threw themselves at the slightly shorter boy, who still easily caught the person and spun them around. Although his face was still bright red, he wore a bright smile. To Yoongi's surprise the banshee turned out to be a boy, dressed in flashy clothes that rivalled Tae's usual attire and with glitter on his cheekbones, accentuating his almond shaped eyes. He had forgotten about this person's existence in this class, how he didn't know.

"Why do you keep making me do this?", the stranger asked, still with a shy smile.

"Because it entertains me. And you are cute when you're embarrassed. Now, let's go! Gary promised me fruitcake if we met him over at the second building."

They walked away, the taller happily chatting away and waving his hands around.

Wait, Gary? I just saw the dude.

Yoongi flinched again, mirroring Namjoon next to him.

Jesus, Jin. Why were you listening in again?

Doesn't matter. That Gary guy is in my class and he forgot something on his desk, I assume the fruitcake the glittery canary just mentioned. Wait, I'll run after him, this will be funny.

After that they received snippets from Jin, him running down a floor in the science building after a guy with bleached white hair and neatly fitting clothes. The same guy turning around, a surprisingly deep hmm? echoing through the empty hallway.

"You forgot your fruitcake." Yoongi could swear he could hear Jin's wide alpaca smile.

The other man, probably Gary, glanced down to Jin's hands.

"Fuck."

In a quick rush of images and thought snippets from Jin they watched him hand over the package wrapped in tin foil, then wave the other goodbye with a cheerful "See you next week!"

The older interrupted the visuals and started sending amused vibes instead.

That should do it. We really are surrounded by idiots.

Yes, we are, Hyung. And you're their king. Namjoon smiled while turning around the corner ahead of Yoongi.

An offended gasp. Excuse me? What do you mean you overgrown Koala?

You forgot you stuff when you ran out with the fruit cake.

Some very creative cursing abruptly stopped when Jin realized that their younger friends could hear him as well. It was kind of adorable how he still tried to shelter them sometimes.

Speaking of the devils, he could spot all three of them at the end of the corridor and as soon as they spotted their hyungs they started their usual cheerful chaos. Tae started some sort of free style walking dance he had once stated served "to cheer up grumpy cat". Yoongi didn't really know what that was supposed to mean, that cat was sadly dead.

Jimin started some rap part from a song that Yoongi, to his deepest regret, had practiced for a while. All to prove to the others that he could do it better than the singer (he had been right but since then he had to suffer through Jimin imitating him, which wasn't that great either).

And finally, Jungkook flung himself at Namjoon, who luckily was used to it by now and actually caught him without falling himself. The taller immediately tried to remove the younger clinging to him like a koala, but it was futile.

"Let go!"

"I don't wanna go." Yoongi had the feeling Jungkook was quoting one of his superhero movies again.

"Why are you doing this to me even?", Namjoon whined, clearly wobbling under the additional weight.

"Because you're cool."

"Well I know that but that doesn't explain why you're going full facehugger alien on me!" He supported his weight with one hand against the wall and tried to remove the arms around his chest with the other.

"Not that kind of cool, you fall up stairs. Not even down like normal people! I meant literally, your skin is the one cool surface in this cursed building." His attacker seemed very pleased with himself. In his defence, it was the hottest time of summer and the isolation was terrible, basically slow cooking all of the students and staff inside the buildings.

"So I'm just a fridge to you? I am hurt." Despite of his words Namjoon shifted the other's weight around until he could carry him more comfortably and started walking slowly.

"You're not a fridge. You're like Jack. But still alive." Jungkook quietly started humming 'My heart will go on', only to be thrown off immediately.

"I will not be compared to anyone from that damn movie while carrying your ungrateful existence on my back. How could this happen to me?"

Being left on the floor Jungkook called after them. He'd never dare to be this loud if there still were other people in the hallway, Yoongi was sure of it.

"Jack, come back! I am sorry!" Hurriedly he got up and jogged up to them, joining Jimin in humming 'Love the way you hate me'. They sounded way too much in sync for this song. It didn't help that Tae in the back somehow managed to harmonize it with the most well-known part of 'watcha say'.

"We saw the ginger boy and his short bodyguard coming out of the closed bathroom on our way here, think they're actually together now or are they still pretending to hate each other?" The boy with the box shaped smile skipped up to Yoongi, who had maintained a safe distance from the madness behind him until now.

"The one with the scars from that family incident or whatever? I think you should stay out of his business or his boyfriendguard will murder you."

Tae pointed at him, beaming.

"But you do agree they are dating! That's all I needed."

"Whatever. Don't miss the break room, you're about to crash into the doorframe again." The older chuckled, amused by the other's need to know all the couples at school without ever doing anything with the information.

He shooed the rest of them into the room and towards their usual table, where Jin and Hoseok were already waiting for them. When Tae refused to get on a chair, he gently ordered him to sit. Very gently. Maybe with the support of his hands. It was the only way.

After taking headcount Jin nodded in satisfaction.

"Now that all my children have finally gathered, what did I miss? Were your studies fruitful?"

They all shrugged, showing him that there was nothing to tell.

"Lies. Namjoon, I know you got your Japanese essay back before biology. Since I have helped you study in my sparse free time I demand to know the results."

For some reason Namjoon turned bright red.

"It was good."

"I hear a but incoming?" Jin raised a sceptical eyebrow.

"But I somehow misspelled banana twice and I may have scribbled the song you used to remember the ten thousands at the side of the paper and the teacher marked it bright red."

"How dare she judge only kyuuman like that?", Jin asked, not sounding too offended.

"I don't know hyung, maybe because that song is kinda old now and shows how much you're failing English?"

"True. But as much as I would love to continue this conversation about how foreign languages ruin my life, we all have to get to PE now so get your bags. The teachers are all at summer camp so they put some of our classes together."

Tae looked up from his nails.

"Who's together now?"

Jin checked the schedule.

"I am with the otaku here and our grandpa, the rest of you is over at the big gym together."

"Oh my father who art in hell, I swear...we are all going to die."

Their tallest snorted while picking up his sports bag.

"I keep telling you, this is the wrong version. And even the right one would be weird here, why do you keep saying this?"

"It sounds fancy and you make your scholar face. No more reasons needed." Tae left the room first, skipping down the hall. The rest followed more slowly.

It was about two hours later. Yoongi cautiously walked towards his usual seat, solemnly swearing to himself that he'd rather break his leg than ever have PE with Jin and Namjoon again. He felt quite sorry for himself, but then he spotted their maknae next to the vending machine, looking more than willing to die. Even his emotions throught their connection seemed dull and grey. Jimin plopped down on the seat next to his.

"So, what did those two do to you? You look nearly as bad as Kookie."

Yoongi slowly turned his head.

"They made us dance. But we could choose which style. Jin chose those fluttery ribbon thingies and nearly tied himself up. Namjoon thought it would be a good idea to do step aerobics. It's only walking on one spot after all, right? Wrong, wanna know what he did? He broke his board. And when the teacher gave him a new one thinking it was just old materials and not his fault, he put his foot on it and broke as well! Keep that god of destruction away from me, I'm scared for my headphones."

Instead of expressing some sort of sympathy for having to witness Namjoon standing amidst the ruins of two stepping boards with Jin in the background strangling himself with a pink ribbon Jimin had the audacity to laugh. Yoongi looked at him in offense, Jimin knew he always had to fix Namjoon's messes. Favourite card revoked.

"Sorry, sorry!" Jimin kept chuckling. "It's just, that was kind of to be expected. But Kookie..."

A loud crash interrupted him. They both turned to see Jungkook standing in front of the snack vending machine, a black imprint from his boots decorating the white surface. Apparently he had kicked the thing to get his food unstuck. It happened quite often. The boy stood still for a second and then crouched down to get his treats. Everyone watched in silence as he walked over to his friends, stone faced, a pretzel and a cookie in his hands.

"If you eat that it's cannibalism."

Trust Tae to not let the silence be.

Jungkook stared at him, then down at the cookie.

"Yes." Slowly he raised his head again. "But I am a manly cookie." He finished with a slow nod and bit down on the sweet, chewing absentmindedly.

Jin and Namjoon looked just as confused as Yoongi felt, but the other three were obviously trying their best not to laugh.

"You broke my baby," the group's mother accused the younger ones after they had gotten their expressions back in check.

"It wasn't just us," Hobi started to explain, "I guess you were too busy to get the images but we dared him to do girl group dances with us and his competitive ass couldn't resist. He's truly outdone himself this time, but he might have forgotten that the girls were part of our class today as well."

Jimin and Tae broke out in laughter. Jungkook continued chewing on the same piece of chocolate chip, his eyes wide and unfocused.

"And then..." Jimin gasped for air. "And then, just after he realized, he heard them whisper."

With his protective parent mode gone Jin was more than willing to enjoy the show.

"What did they say?"

"Well, most of them, I quote, 'ship it'. The female dance team wants him as a fill-in for their upcoming show. And one of them said something about this being more than Bloody Mary, although I have no clue what that's supposed to mean."

Jungkook's lips started to quiver. Yoongi gave him a sympathetic pat on the back. Maybe he could offer him to avoid the next PE class together. They deserved it. The younger gave him a small smile of acknowledgement.

Someone stepped behind his seat and started patting his hair. Yoongi closed his eyes in satisfaction, finally relaxing a bit.

"You were right Jimin, he does make that face" He heard Hoseok say right next to his ear, startling him.

"What face?!" He did not appreciate being the distraction from Kookie's misery, but he was willing to accept his fate. From the corners of his eyes he saw teeth shining in a bright smile.

"You're a lizard, Harry." He and Jimin started cackling again. They really needed to stop taking whatever drugs they used.

"Fuck you too, darling."

Still he slouched back in his seat and continued enjoying the dancer playing with his hair. Suddenly the bell rang.

"Attention students. Due to the absence of most teachers and a lack of substitutes since half of them collapsed in the heat we have decided to cancel all afternoon classes. Please leave the grounds as soon as possible."

The whole building erupted in cheers. Bags were packed hurriedly and a race for the gates broke out. Yoongi watched through the tall, open windows as one taller girl rushed after a blonde boy, who didn't seem to be too happy about it.

"Mika! Wait up."

She got stopped by a shorter girl with black hair, who glared at her.

"I told you to leave him alone unless you want me to stab your heart with a pencil."

The boy rushed back, grabbed his friend by the wrist and dragged her along.

"I told you, no stabbing people's hearts with pencils."

"Well, in that case, she still has lungs."

Yoongi would have loved to hear the end of that conversation but they were already out of earshot. He could only watch the boy obviously scold her until they disappeared through the gates. Namjoon nodded with a serious expression.

"If I go out there now, I will trip and get trampled to death."

Apparently sensing Jin's challenging expression telling him to do just that he turned to the older.

"Remember, if I die first you have to watch all my favourite shows in memory of me. You promised."

Never had Jin given up a challenge this fast before. Slowly the stream of students started to thin out. When only a few people from the upper classes were left strolling towards the exit they all got up to leave as well.

Namjoon smiled, his dimples showing.

"Who wants to get ice cream?"

Cheers broke out once again among the younger ones, who ran ahead excitedly. Yoongi followed more slowly, a content smile on his face. For these idiots he would shorten his naps any day.

At least on most days.