Suga's POV-

I sat at my desk anxiously waiting for Jin's text.

   "Suga, I'm sure Jimin is fine." Namjoon said, laying a hand on my knee.

"Okay class, today we will be..." I tuned out the rest of the teacher's words as I pulled out my phone and sent Jin a text.

To: Eomma #2:
"Is Jiminie there?!"

It took about forty five seconds for my phone to vibrate in my sweaty palm.

From: Eomma #2:
"He's not..."

   "So the test will be this Thursd- Excuse me Min Yoongi, where do you think you're goi-" I shot up out of my seat in the middle of class, ignoring the teacher's words, leaving the class and slamming the door behind me.

Namjoon's POV-

I sighed and followed Suga out of the classroom, ignoring the teacher's protests.

   "Suga, wait up!" I yelled down the hall. I finally caught up with him.

"What's wrong with you?" I asked, latching onto his wrist.

   "Jimin wasn't in class."
"I'm sure he's fine, man." I said in a convincing tone.

"Namjoon, I NEED to check on him." He said with teary eyes. I sighed and nodded my head, following him out of the school building.
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   "You know you're supposed to knock before you just enter someone's house, right?" I said as Suga just ignored me and went into the small flat. I slowly followed, shaking my head at my fellow gang member's actions.

"JIMINIE!" He yelled out, opening a door that I'm guessing led to Jimin's room.

   "Namjoon...he's not here. If he was sick, he wouldn't have left his house." Suga panicked. He fished his phone out of his pocket and dialed a number, Jimin's I'm guessing. I looked at him in curiosity as his eyes got wider and wider until he dropped his phone, letting it fall to the ground.

Suga's POV-

I quickly dialed Jimin's number, hoping and praying to god that he would answer my call for once. I heard the line pick up, but what I heard was more than surprising.

   "Oh, hello Yoongi. It's been awhile." I heard the all