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{SUGA'S POV}

"Hm," Suga lazily hummed as an answer to his phone call and quickly tapped the end call button, shoving his phone into his pants pocket. He breathed heavily, after the news from the call in the middle of his school hours.

His grandmother was having a heavy illness. Suga sighed, and packed his things immediately. Suga rushed, took his pen and started writing a formal letter for the school principal so he could have permission to leave class early and not following the lessons for some time.

He headed to the principal office, after asking his subject teacher, knocked the door and went inside after a familiar voice responded. He clicked the door knob easily and smelled some rosy perfume, from which he suspected to be was his principal's sugar baby, but he chose to ignore it.

He, instead, just bowed down and put his letter on the desk, waiting uneasily while tapping his foot. The principal took his glasses and started to read the short letter.

Suga, in his worries, suddenly remembered something. Jimin. He calmed himself down, as hard as possible, but he just found himself in breathing difficulties. He gulped and watched as the principal nodded, permitting him to go for some while.

He thanked the principal, then left the room in silence. The first thing he did after closing back the door was texting Taemin if he could drop Jimin off his house. Suga felt relieved after a short text from Taemin saying 'Okay' was received by him.

Suga met Taehyung and Jungkook on his way to the sick bay, where he knew Jimin was. "Take care of Jimin really well, Jungkook. I trust you so don't let it lose, okay? You must know what to do with your best friend." Suga said, with furrowed eyebrows, tone full of seriousness.

Taehyung insisted to follow Suga to Daegu. And so, Suga told him to go later. Suga waved the two younger boys a 'goodbye', walking in huge, abnormal steps on the hallway floor.

The sick bay. He saw Jimin, lying on the bed, his soft unsteady breath was heard. Cold sweat drenched on his forehead, Jimin's body temperature was rather hot. Suga was a bit worry, but he smiled and made himself sure that Jimin was going to be alright.

"I love you, Park Jimin. Remember that, always," he cupped his hands on the sick boy's cheeks and kissed his forehead, after softly wiping it from sweat. Suga felt a drop of tear fell from his eyes, but he denied it, in rush wiping it off.

He left sleeping Jimin and grabbed his bag away, he went to the parking lot. After a small jog, he found his car and opened its driver door with heavy heart. He wasn't ready to let go. But, what else choice does he have? He just jumped inside his car, slowly but surely drifting it to Daegu, his hometown, for the long pitiful weeks without his baby, Jimin.