"Guys... Did I cheat on the science mock?"
Jungkook had stopped Taehyung and Namjoon on the way to lunch, the question coming up from seemingly nowhere.
"No? Why?"
"I hope not." Namjoon pitched it.
"I got a 97..." The two raised their eyebrows in unison, both clearly shocked.
"Wha- HOW?! Even Namjoon couldn't help you. How'd you get amazing overnight?" Taehyung exclaimed.
"I have no idea, I don't even remember taking the test!" Namjoon decided to remain silent, watching as his theory grew stronger. He secretly enjoyed watching Taehyung scramble to explain what was happening in any other way.
"Wait, didn't your Mom get you a new tutor?"
"Yeah, but-"
"Then clearly he's just doing a really good job." Taehyung thought he had cracked it until Jungkook responded.
"Yeah, except he doesn't actually teach me science. It's just an excuse for him to come over." Taehyung and Namjoon exchanged a look between each other. The same thought occurring in each other's mind. "Wait! I just realised how that seemed. Nothing like that! He just plays Overwatch with me."
"Doesn't your Mom pay him though?" Namjoon asked questioningly, receiving a small nod from Jungkook in response.
"Wait, so he gets paid to play Overwatch with you? I could do that!" Taehyung sounded almost offended, but Jungkook knew he was mostly joking.
"Yeah, except she knows you."
"You really are a terrible student, aren't you..." Namjoon was in shock, yet impressed at how Jungkook was even still in school.
"Hey... I'm good at art, and that's the only one I really need to be good at."
"Not if you want to graduate."
"Okay, how about we don't do this right now and instead actually sit down and eat." Taehyung interjected, moving his arm as if to motion the others to hurry up and sit down.


Jimin had fallen asleep in class, the bell ringing as the other students began to leave. The teacher, Mrs. Ong, knelt down to Jimin's desk, resting her head on her arms as she watched him wake up, eyes fluttering open. He sat up slightly embarrassed and the teacher resumed to her upright position.
"Late night last night?" She asked, voice laced with empathy and mild concern.
"Something like that..."
"Is everything alright?" Jimin looked around,
"Where is everyone?"
"Lunch. Is everything okay at home?" She reiterated her concern, not letting Jimin change the subject.
"Yeah, everything's fine. Why do you ask?"
"Well you didn't show up to last lesson and you fell asleep in this one... It's just very unlike you is all."
"Oh, yeah. I had a bit of an incident last lesson."
"Incident?"
"Yeah I uh... I passed out in the dance studio." He looked down ashamed, not really wanting any further questions about it. Instead, wanting to put the whole day behind him.
"Passed out? Why didn't the nurse notify me?"
"I didn't go to the nurse. I just stayed in the dance studio with Hoseok."
"That would be why he didn't show up either... You're feeling better now though? You can go home if you need more rest."
"Yeah, I'm okay now. I'm just tired. I kept-" Jimin stopped himself, hesitant to continue. "I just kept waking up in the middle of the night. I kept... I kept thinking I was hearing gunshots, I..." His voice trailed off. Just as everything was getting better in Jimin's life, it felt as though things were slowly crumbling down again.
"Gunshots?"
"Yeah, I think it was just in my head though. The past few days have been pretty weird so I'm not surprised." Mrs. Ong caught movement in the corner of her eye and turned to look at the door. Hoseok, Seokjin, and Yoongi had crowded around the window section of the door, peering in.
"I'm thinking I best let you go to lunch." Jimin looked at the door confused, laughing when he saw them all there. Hoseok furiously waved with the biggest grin on his face, as the others smiled as well. "Stay safe, okay Jimin? I worry about you. Your Dad too." She smiled sadly.
"I worry about him as well... Thanks, uh..." He looked to the door, seeing Seokjin yelling. "I should go." The teacher looked over and, with a matching expression of confusion, let Jimin leave.

Jimin walked out of the classroom, catching the end of Seokjin's rant.
"THIS IS WHY WE CAN'T HAVE NICE THINGS, HOSEOK! DID YOU EVER THINK ABOUT THAT, HUH? HUH? HUH!?!" He was now out of breath, face red from the amount of strength and passion he was putting into his rambling yell.
"What the fuck did I miss?" Jimin asked.
"I told him that my Mom didn't make enough kimchi last night for me to bring him extras." Hoseok replied.
"Right..."
"It's a crime! I'm a growing boy, I need a lot of food!"
"Anyway, Jimin! How was your nap?" Yoongi interrupted. They all looked at Jimin.
"Yeah, are you sleeping alright?" Hoseok added.
"I just kept waking up a lot last night, don't worry about it."
"How come?" Part of Jimin really wished Yoongi hadn't asked that.
"I uh... I kept hearing gunshots."
"You what?!" Hoseok sounded worried, both Yoongi and Seokjin's expressions showing that same worry.
"I don't think they were real, I must have been dreaming about a gun fight or something."
"What, repeatedly?" Yoongi sounded doubtful.
"Yeah, you have to admit it's a bit weird." Hoseok added,
"Are you sure it wasn't real?" Seokjin asked.
"Yes! I'm sure! There hasn't been gun crime in my area since... Well since my Mom..." Everyone in the group went quiet, knowing how sensitive Jimin was about that topic.
"It might have been a reoccurring dream about your Mom... It'd make sense, I mean... I still have dreams about my Dad's death..." Hoseok said.
"Wait, you do?" Yoongi felt bad about not knowing that. He always put on such a happy face for others that you'd never know anything like that was going on behind that bright smile of his.
"It's not so bad, I mean. My Dad wasn't brutally murdered or anything, it was just cancer so-"
"Can we please stop talking about this." Jimin interrupted, eyes unfocused and glued to the ground, and teeth clenching. They all looked empathetically at Jimin, going quiet once again. In an attempt to lighten up the mood and change the subject, Seokjin spoke up.
"Maybe the American dinner lady is on duty again. She'll let me have extra kimchi for sure."
"You really need to stop flirting with her, you know?" Hoseok continued the conversation to help keep things light.
"I can't help it. Americans just love my charm." Seokjin put his fingers up to his chin as if displaying his face, before walking off, Hoseok following behind.
"No, they love your face. There's a difference!"
Yoongi and Jimin walked behind the others at a slower pace, talking in a quieter tone compared to the louder members of the group in front. For a moment they walked in silence. The air settling around them comfortably as they took in each other's atmosphere.
"You okay?" Yoongi spoke softly. He knew Jimin was trying to play it off as though it was nothing. But he could tell there was something bothering him.
"Yeah, yesterday was really weird and... I don't know, I feel... Different?"
"Different?"
"Like... Like I'm more than just me now? Does that make any sense?" Jimin knew he sounded crazy, but he and Yoongi had grown an understanding with each other over the years. They had agreed that there should be no judgement between them, only love, support, and whatever the other needed to get through life.
"I'd be lying if I said I understood, to be honest."
"I don't remember anything from yesterday except for that stupid dream, and God it felt so real! I can't stop thinking about his face, and his name. But the more I think about them, the less I remember them, and it's driving me insane, Yoongi. I..." He trailed off, partly not knowing what to say, and partly just embarrassed that he could open up so easily. He knew he didn't make sense, but he couldn't help himself.
"Are you sure it was a dream?.."
"Of course it was a dream there's no way it WASN'T a dream." Yoongi thought to himself for a moment.
"Did you use technology in it?"
"Yeah, I used my, or his, phone to turn off the alarm, and I think I looked at the time at one point as well."
"And...?"
"And, what?"
"So... Nothing weird happened with it?"
"No, what-"
"Technology doesn't usually work properly in dreams, Jimin."
And just like that, it felt as if Jimin's world was spinning once again.