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—The Million Dollar Question

Jimin walks through the cafeteria doors with Taehyung glued to his side, they talk animatedly about the results of their last pop quiz. Their conversation is interrupted by Seokjin calling them over from the lunch line, his hand waving frantically, motioning them to come near.

Taehyung grins excitedly, grabbing on to Jimin's uniform sleeve and pulling him through the sea of students until they stand next to Jin. They earn a few dirty glares from the girls standing behind murmuring something about 'cutting in line' which Taehyung just turns around and shoots them a boxy smile. Jimin feels slightly embarrassed, however, the feeling is short lived because soon enough he's been dragged into the conversation between his two friends.

The lunch line moves fast, and soon enough they've all gotten their food and make their way to an empty table. Jin and Taehyung sit next to one another, Jimin settles for the spot across from them.

"I want to go home," Taehyung whines, stuffing a spoon full of rice in his mouth, "I hardly got any sleep last night, I feel like a zombie right now."

Jin chuckles, taking a sip from his bottle of water, "We just have two more classes Tae, hang on for a while." Taehyung sighs dramatically, "I want it to be the weekend already."

Jimin continues to munch on his lunch listening to his best friend whine like a small child when all of a sudden his phone lights up with a text message. His face breaks out in a smile when he reads the name.

Yoongi hyung — Where are you?

Jimin picks up the phone with his free hand, and starts to type in a reply. Yoongi replies almost instantly.

Yoongi hyung — Can I sit with you? :)

Jimin drops his phone on the table and looks at his friends who have stopped their chattering and are now looking at him with curiosity in their eyes. Jimin contemplates, wonders if they'll be okay with Yoongi sitting at the same table. He opens his mouth about to ask them, but all their attention is taken by the screeching sound of the chairs as they're been pulled out and three people join their table.

Jimin turns his head to his side to find Yoongi setting his tray next to him, smiling at him, "Hey Jiminie," Jimin's face burns with embarrassment, he hesitates before turning his head to the front and catching his friend's judging eyes. However, he manages to greet Yoongi back as he would normally do, "Hi hyung," he even smiles, ignoring his best friend's upset look, and the way Jin's shoulders sag with disappointment.

Yoongi digs right into his food, devouring almost everything in his plate all within a few minutes, his two friends follow suit, completely oblivious to the disgusted look on the students sitting next to them. Namjoon burps rather loudly, breaking the last piece of self control in Taehyung's body. He slams his hand on the table, and turns to the lanky, pink haired guy sitting next to him, "Just for a fucking moment, can you not be such a damn pig Joon?!" Jimin's jaw hangs down at his friend's outburst, however, it seems like he's the only one worrying about the situation because Hoseok snorts not so subtly, and Yoongi smirks.

Jimin watches with wide eyes when Namjoon spins around on his chair and flicks his middle finger hard across Taehyung's forehead, he watches his best friend sulk and drop his head on top of the table defeatedly, "That hurt," he mumbles, "That's what you get for being such a brat," Namjoon responds, going back to eating the little bit of food that's left on his plate.

Jimin can't believe his ears when he fairly hears his best friend say something like 'I'm telling mom you hit me,' his brows draw together in slight confusion, then everything begins to make sense.

"Wait— you guys know each other?" he asks, seriously interested. Namjoon glares at Taehyung once more before groaning and nodding 'yes', "Congratulations! You figured out this brat is sadly my little dongseang," Taehyung raises his head, lip caught between his teeth. Jimin takes a moment to analyze what he'd just heard, he turns to see Hoseok grinning, and Yoongi about to break into a laugh, he also hears Jin take in a very audible inhale of air, and then back at Taehyung who seems to be about to burst in flames.

"—Kim Taehyung!" he yells, his piercing eyes focused on his best friend who now seems to have shrunk into Jin's side, "Why didn't you tell me?!"

Taehyung straightens up, ready to defend himself, "You never asked!" he frowns, "And what about you?" he points a finger to Yoongi who seems rather amused by the dramatic scene being played out in front of him, "Jiminie? Hyung? Since when are you 'cool' with that jackass?" Jimin deflates, suddenly feeling very self conscious, he lowers his head ashamed by the way he acted, "I'm sorry Tae," he begins to stand up, wanting to flee the scene, however, Taehyung beats him to it and runs around the table to hug him from behind, his face hidden in the crook of Jimin's neck, "I'm sorry too Chiminie," his voice is so honest and Jimin can't do anything but turn around and hug him back, "I forgive you Tae Bear," his voice is muffled by his best friend's chest, however, everyone in the table hears it clear and loud, Jimin swears he hears Yoongi say something like 'fucking drama queens,' but he ignores it, hugging his stupid best friend tighter.

After they've all settled down and Jimin learned all the details about the Kim family, everyone finished eating and retired to their next class.

"I still can't believe you're friends with that asshole," Taehyung mutters under his breath while they scribble down notes while the teacher reads from the textbook. Jimin looks up through his lashes, and blinks, "He's nice Tae, he's not that bad," Jimin defends.

"He punched you for no particular reason— isn't that enough to tell you he's not a very nice person?"

"It was my fault," Jimin looks down and continues to write down stuff on his paper.

"It still doesn't give him the right to do that," Taehyung says sternly, Jimin can feel himself getting annoyed already, feeling like he's had enough of Taehyung bad mouthing Yoongi.

"We got off on the wrong foot Tae, —- Can you just- just drop it?" he stutters, his pencil and notebook long forgotten.

"Jimin, why are you defending him? What's gotten into you?" Jimin rolls his eyes, completely and utterly done with Taehyung's blabbering. However, it is Taehyung's next and last question that really makes him question himself and his actions.

"Do you like him?"