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I cautiously began answering the question paper, but what genuinely astounded me was that Jungkook— yes, that Jeon Jungkook turned into a full-blown nerd the instant he laid eyes on it.
He was meticulously reviewing the questions, circling the ones he might attempt first or… I don’t even know— but that intense, unbothered seriousness plastered across his golden features?
Yeah, it was inspiring… my confidence, apparently, skyrocketed.
No doubt Jeon fucking Jungkook was the top scorer.
No women. No jokes. No smirk. Nothing. The universe clearly paused just so he could worship a sheet of paper.
And now… I’m jealous of a freaking question paper. Yes. A thin slab of pulp and ink.
Yo… brain, relax.
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An hour to go before submission. And oh my god—this might be the toughest paper ever. The descriptive ones were killing me, and the calculations… don’t even get me started.
Fuck this shit!
I glanced at Tae—he was struggling too, but way more composed than me. Unlike me, he wasn't drowning.
He set the calculator down, let out a heavy sigh, and started punching the same numbers back in with more force each time. Yeah… Tae was about one meltdown away.
Boy was pissed.
I swung my head toward Jimin. Typical tiny man—completely zoned out, head buried in his hands, sleeping like a champ.
His paper and answer sheet? Untouched, stacked neatly at the corner.
The difference between us? I was stuck, panicking, trying to solve it. He… wasn’t even trying.
So, I had no other choice but to glance at Jungkook’s answer sheet.
Let’s be honest—everyone wants a good score, cheating or not…
And fuck.
The long, neat answers. The penmanship. The smooth, flawless calculations. I was literally drooling over his paper.
