Yoongi scanned through the list immediately looking for his name.
"Where the frick is my name?" He's nervous — it's very obvious. His hands are trembling, he's sweating all over, his knees are weak, and he can't even speak without stuttering.
"Min Yoongi. Min Yoongi. Min Yoongi." He chanted still stuttering while scanning the list for the nth time.
"I didn't fricking pass it!" He sighed thinking what would happen if his oh-so-perfect family find out about this — about his fail.
***
"How was it?"
"I didn't pass."
"What?! That's next to impossible! What happened?!"
"Let's not talk about it. They prepared something at home. Let's go." With that Yoongi went to his car and drive it home.
***
"Congratulations!!" Party poppers, decorations, delicious foods, and all are waiting for him.
Everyone expected me to pass, eh? Yoongi thought to himself.
"How was it son? Are you on the top?" His mom went rushing to him grabbing him gently on by his shoulders.
"I'm sure dongsaeng got all the questions right. He's been studying hard before that." His older brother boasted.
"Son?" His dad know him too well.
"I didn't pass it." He straightforwardly say looking at his mom whose grip on him tightened and loosen in an instant. He blankly watch his family's proud faces turn to a disappointed one.
"What do you mean Min Yoongi?! I let you prepare for it for so long! And you didn't pass it?! I gave you everything you need for your review!" His mother's voice raised.
"I'm sorry." He said cooly like nothing really happened.
"Sorry?! You've failed us and all you'll say is your cold sorry?!"
"What do you want me to say, mom? It already happened. I'll just take the exam again."
"And what? Fail it again? Because of…" His brother glanced at Hobi.
"Don't go that far hyung." He said glaring at his brother.
***
(FLASHBACK)
Yoongi was startled when he heard his phone ring. A familiar tone echoed in his silent room.
"Yes, love?" Sobs — that's all that he can hear on the other line.
"Yoongs, can I have a little of your time?"
"What's happening? Why are you crying?"
"I don't know why."
"Hmm? Really? Want me to come over?"
"You need to review for tomorrow. By the way, you know the password of my phone and laptop, right?"
"Yep." He answered, confused as to why would his boy ask him that kind of question at the middle of the night.
"How 'bout my social media accounts?" After that he received an email about Hobi's account.
Memorialization?? "What the frick are you thinking, huh?!" He can't help but raise his voice startling the boy on the other line.
"I want to end this. Please let me." And there, the reality he's been avoiding slapped him. His boyfriend is suicidal for years now but his thoughts about ending his life have lessen already this past few months.
