Nobody Knows | Jeon Jungkook

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I yawn as I watch the professor project the next assignment on the wall and explain what we have to do. As if it's not enough that I turned in an assignment last week, we have to do another one. And this one is more important than the other.

We haven't gotten the results back yet, but I hope I passed because I pulled an all-nighter to do it. As I already know, I leave everything to the last minute and then stress about it unnecessarily, but I can't break this habit.

It's how I've been since elementary school and it will probably stay that way until I graduate from college. I get distracted easily and that is usually the reason why I sit on a task for only five minutes and then forget about it and move on to something else.

After my parents divorced, my mother took me to a therapist because of my grades in school, which kept dropping. Of course, he said it was probably because of the breakup and that this was my coping mechanism.

However, I've always done well in life with it, even though I wasn't the most studious, but that's what counts. I just want to graduate and find a good job. That's it.

My uncle owns a small family business and wants me to support him as a financial advisor after I graduate, but that's actually not what I want. I want to stand on my own two feet and accomplish something on my own, even if it doesn't look like it with my laziness.

"I will now give you back your assignments. I must give you credit because most of you did very well." the professor praises as he takes the stack of papers in his hand and begins to walk through the rows.

He stops at each student's seat for a few seconds to give feedback and I must say that this professor is one of the few who really cares about his students. He has offered to help many times if anyone needs it, but I have never reached out.

Not because I'm shy or because it would make me feel stupid, but simply because I was busy with other things and because I sometimes think that I can do everything at the last minute.

It's my own fault for thinking that, because I almost didn't make it to the secretary's office in time to hand in the paper. Since I was sitting on it all night, I fell asleep at one point and almost missed turning it in.

As the professor walks through the rows talking to each student, I feel a gaze on me, causing me to look through the lecture hall. My eyes find a girl who occasionally gives me a shy look and then turns back to her friend, giggling.

I smirk over at her, but the interaction between us is interrupted as the professor now stops in front of my table. He has a not-so-satisfied look on his face, his eyebrows are drawn together, making the crease between the two bushes look deeper than it is, and his lips are pressed into a straight line.

I grin, waiting for him to give me back my paper, and he pulls out from the bottom of the pile my assignment, which is upside down so I can't see my grade. He releases a breath as he places the paper on my desk.

"Please come see me after class, Mr. Jeon," he says in his deep voice and turns around before continuing through the rows.

I turn the paper over and at the top of the right corner, it says a bold 17 in red pen. I got a fucking 17 out of 100? And I stayed up all night for this?

I sink into the chair, spreading my legs and one leg bounces up and down. I run a frustrated hand through my hair. I promised myself I wouldn't do anything stupid anymore, but I can't help it.

We spend the rest of the class on a new topic to be picked up on in the new assignment, but due to my scowl, I'm not even listening to the professor. I don't realize that the professor has already dismissed us until the girl who has been watching me all this time puts a small piece of paper with her number on it on my desk and leaves without saying anything.