Taehyung POV
Taehyung huffed as he squeezed the water out of his shirt in the school's sink.
Jimin had lended the boy an extra pair of pants and a short sleeved shirt, but Taehyung insisted on keeping his sweater to cover his harmed arms from the world.
The two friends already knew everything about each other's arms, so Jimin accompanied Taehyung in the school's bathroom, helping him ring out the water from his clothes.
They both stayed in a comfortable silence, Jimin had nothing to say and Taehyung felt the same. It had been like this ever since they became friends in elementary school.
They understood the meaning of the scars and bruises on the other's body. They understood when one of them didn't show up to school. They both understood each other. And neither of them would have it any other way.
Jimin understood Taehyung's lack to express certain emotions.
Taehyung understood the dark circles and the weak smiles Jimin wore.
Their relationship was understanding and accepting. Never any strong questions or conflicts.
"Do you wanna skip school for today, I guess?" Jimin asked, looking at his friend through the mirror. The two made eye contact and Jimin watched the boy smile his signature smile, making him grin as well.
"Sure. How about we go to that arcade a few streets down?" Taehyung suggested, folding his clothes before lightly shoving in his bag.
"Sounds good." Jimin smiled, his eyes turning into small crescents as the two boys exited the bathroom.
They marched past the judging students who were all heading to their classes, each and every one surprised to see Taehyung smiling as the two walked out of the school's doors and towards the arcade a few blocks away from their school.
"Damn it, Taehyung!" Jimin said as his best friend laughed, beating him for the seventh time at one of the many games that filled the dark and neon arcade.
"It's not my fault you suck at these kinds of games!" Taehyung laughed as he destroyed Jimin at yet another round of one of their favourite games. The two of them clutched fake guns in their hands as they pointed them at the screen and shot digital zombies, the two of them laughing each time Jimin missed.
"No offense, but you suck at literally any virtual game, my dude." Taehyung laughed as he patted his friend's back, the both of them now seated at one of the tables at a cafe a street away from the arcade.
Instead of replying, Jimin drank his coffee and raised one of his small hands to flip the other off, making Taehyung chuckle.
"What time is it?" Taehyung asked as he took a sip from his drink, enjoying the taste of the whip cream that was piled on top.
Jimin checked his phone. "Oh shit!" He said, looking up at Taehyung with fear in his eyes. "School ended two hours ago!"
The two of them stood up quickly and paid for their drinks before rushing outside.
"Our parents are going to kill us." Jimin said, pulling his hair tightly as he threw the rest of his coffee in a garbage nearby, suddenly not wanting to drink anymore.
"If not literally." Taehyung said, nervous.
Jimin's parents were extremely strict and worked a lot, wishing for Jimin to be as successful as they were. If they ever found out that he skipped classes occasionally, Jimin would be in massive trouble.
To be late without his parents knowing where their only son was made them restless. Jimin would have to find a good story to escape the trouble his parents would give him when he returned to his home.
