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MY PHONE VIBRATED in my backpack, signaling someone messaged me. I reached into my bag, grabbing my phone. It was a text from Jin, who was at lunch with the others. My eyes read the message, a grin appearing on my lips. During gym class, Jungkook and I made a bet with him, knowing full well that he would lose and his competitive nature would hinder him from refusing. As expected, Jungkook and I won, forcing him to buy us snacks for a week.
jin:I can't believe you and Jungkook are making me buy you guys snacks. You guys are so cruel
me: That's what you get for losing the game
jin: shut up. What do you want?
me: a pack of chips, an apple, and a soft drink :)
jin: alright. all of us here are waiting for you.
me: okay omw
I placed my phone back into my backpack before reaching the lunchroom, searching for the others. Across the room I watched as Jin was talking, exaggerating his expressions. It was something he did when he was complaining about something, which the rest of us thought was hilarious. Exasperation was clear on his face as he spoke, the boy shooting daggers at Jungkook.
I walked over, sitting down beside Jungkook. Jin noticed my appearance and grimaced, handing me my food with an annoyed expression on his face, "Here."
I smiled and grabbed my food, holding back a giggle at how priceless Jin's pissed expression was, "Thanks."
I grabbed my sandwich, listening as Jin continued his conversation with the others. After a while, two other boys joined our table, sitting down at the empty seats beside Jimin and Hoseok.
One boy, Min Yoongi, had rapture blue hair, contrasting his pale porcelain complexion. He was a little taller than Jimin but still short compared to the other boys. He had dark, brown eyes and thin lips that pulled into a small gummy smile whenever he laughed. Yoongi was the other senior in our friend group and only a couple months younger than Jin, making him the second oldest.
The other boy, Kim Namjoon, was taller than Yoongi, but shorter than Jin. He had light orange locks, the color similar to a tiger's eye. He had a narrow face, matching his thick, plump lips and his light brown eyes. His smile was wide, exposing his dimples. Namjoon and Yoongi both planning on becoming music majors. The two of them have always loved to create music, and they both excelled at it. They were both so hardworking when it came to their passions, something I've admired about them.
Jimin furrowed his eyebrows, looking around the table, "Hey, where's Taehyung? Is he skipping lunch?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen him all day," Hoseok responded, taking a generous sip from his water bottle.
