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ɢ ʀ ᴀ ᴅ ᴜ ᴀ ᴛ ɪ ᴏ ɴ
"we made it" jimin sighed, staring at the crowd that formed onto their school field, parents, grandparents, and friends seeing the class of 2004 graduate
"fuck yeah we did" yoongi laughed. "things are going to be so different after this day"
"yeah no more school, no more homework, no more stress seems way better" jimin pointed out
"yeah but you're not going to korea are you?" yoongi raised an eyebrow
yoongi happened to finally agree and become head of min hotels. it was a big decision on the line, but he knew it was for the better. he was heading to korea with his father to figure these things out
"shit man!" jimin whined. "y/n's going to princeton, namjoon is studying abroad and now you're going to korea?"
"i know man, shits crazy" yoongi patted his friends back, "you're going to be good, plus i'm not going to korea until october"
jimin shook his head."i'm going to miss this"
"miss what?" yoongi questioned his friend, being confuse what he exactly meant
"the parties, the freedom, just everything" jimin looked down at his cap. "i fucking hated this place, i would've burnt it three years ago, now i don't wanna go"
"wow look at park jimin" yoongi was surprise. "a new man"
"you know what i want to do though?" jimin lips formed a smirk, nudging yoongi
"you don't mean?" yoongi laughed, knowing what jimin was going to do
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"look!" jimin pointed at the far table in the detention room
him and yoongi had snuck in, knowing they wanted to be here one last time. the same room the two became real friends, even though in middle school they knew each other it wasn't anything special. but one day in freshmen year, jimin got in trouble for skipping, also yoongi. they sat in the exact table, writing notes under the desk to talk to one another
"wow i haven't been in here in a while" yoongi followed jimin down the room, "the notes are still under the table"
"damn" jimin fingers trace the messages written on the table. "how much shit would we get in right now if they saw us here"
"a lot" yoongi snorted. "they want all graduates at the field in thirty minutes"
"screw that" jimin sat onto the table, "imagine how life would be in a couple years from now"
