Y/n looked around, her eyes hopeful as she tries to get a glimpse of Taehyung before entering her examination hall.
But she decides against it, her heart clenching as she spotted him again with Sena. Y/n had always avoided looking at them when they're talking.
It hurt her a lot to just watch. But this time, she decides to torture herself. She examined the way he smiled, it was wider than he ever did beside her.
Wasn't it just so funny? Yet not humorous. With a heavy heart, she enters the room and looked for her number, taking a seat.
Students piled up, some panicking, skimming their eyes over pages as if it'd all be pasted into their brains and some unbothered, while some remained calm and laid back.
Y/n was definitely not one of them. She was jittery, her nerves doubled after seeing Taehyung and Sena. She wasn't sure what to feel, her emotions were all over the place.
She leaned back in her chair, fiddling with the thread that was on her wrist. It was a thread she had on for almost four years now.
Yoongi had given it to her because of how anxious she gets. She looks up as a drink was placed on the table. She blinked, smiling slightly.
" You're so anxious, I can feel it. " Jimin grins, taking a seat on her desk and not bothering about the whispers and looks. They always did that. It was usual drama.
Y/n chuckles, " I still feel unprepared. " Jimin rolls his eyes, poking her cheek gently. " Come on, you've been studying since months ago. If you don't ace this, I'll shave my head off. "
" You're betting, Park Jimin. " She laughed softly, " Fine, I'll try my best to save your hair now. I love your hair. " She reached over, ruffling it.
" Hey, I styled them for so long and you do this! " He whined, trying to correct his hair.
Y/n grins sheepishly, much to his surprise. He smiled softly, liking the way she was so genuine around him. Y/n rarely gave that smile and it made him so giddy.
" I like your hair messy. " As soon as those words rolled off her lips, he had ruffled his hair, making a mess out of it.
Y/n giggles, standing up. " Not like that, pabo! Come here! " reaching over, Y/n pats the hair that stood up in every direction and nods. " Good. Don't use so much gel! "
