Nobody Knows | Jeon Jungkook

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I stretch my arms above my head and try to relax my tense muscles and limbs. My neck cracks as I jerk it from side to side, but it does little to relieve the tension. The students all leave the lecture hall one by one as a yawn escapes me while I gather my belongings.

The headache still hasn't subsided and I take this as a lesson for the next time someone invites me to a party on a Sunday. I like to party, but not when I have to listen to the boring professor in the lecture hall the next day and almost fall asleep.

If I had been in high school, it wouldn't be a problem. I liked to party a lot, went out every weekend with my friends, and always did shit. But those days are over now and I have to focus on my studies because I want to finally be done with it so I can start working.

I'm not really the most studious person and actually I hate studying and taking exams, but after I almost got kicked out of university in my last year because I failed several exams, it was like a slap in the face for me. My uncle decided to apply for a year abroad against my will and surprisingly I was accepted despite my less than excellent grades. He said maybe it would help me take on responsibility and finally grow up.

But apparently I can't make heads or tails of my mistakes, which is why I'm walking around so broken today after a hangover and a one-night stand. Though after finding her yesterday, I just couldn't control my hormones. I've always fucked around and it looks like I always will.

The 4 cups of coffee I've downed so far haven't really had any effect and I'm still letting out yawns like before. The hallways are packed and all the students are marching off to their next lectures while I make my way to the cafeteria to get myself another cup of coffee.

Standing at the vending machine, I only pour myself a black coffee with no milk, I also can't afford any sugar in between my workouts. Once I start eating something sweet, I know I'll be downing tons of snacks for the next few days. I obviously ignore the two beers I had yesterday.

The steam from the coffee rises to my face as I blow on it before taking a small sip, which isn't so easy considering I'm currently walking. I was hoping there would be an empty seat to sit down, but all the tables are full of studying students. I curse under my breath at the diligence they show before my eyes fall on one particular person.

I smile to myself as I take long strides to make my way to the table where, to my luck, there is still an empty chair available. Without asking, I pull out the chair and plop down on the not so comfortable plastic seat. The university could really afford better seating.

His eyes look up from the pile of paper spread out on the table and he looks at me with curious eyes through the glasses that sit on his nose. There's a questioning look in them, as if he's judging me with his eyes why I'm suddenly sitting at his table.

"Can I help you?" he asks, putting the pen out of his hand as he shifts awkwardly in his seat.

"Hey to you too." I laugh to mock his question. "Just wanted to check what my Hyung is doing."

"Well, it looks like I'm studying." he scratches the back of his neck and points with his other hand to the book where he's been smearing highlighters around. "Besides, we're in America. You don't have to call me Hyung."

"Okay, Namjoon," I say teasingly in an English accent and I watch him strain to keep from rolling his eyes.

I can tell he's not really happy that I interrupted his studying, and the stress is obvious on his face as the shadows under his eyes appear dark and deep. I don't understand why he has to study so much now when the exams are only in a few months. Besides, Namjoon is a smart student, he would easily ace them without studying.