3rd Year | Jeon Jungkook

27 • I Missed You Too

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Flower: Hey. I know you've been
extra busy lately but I'm making
dinner tonight

Do you think you could
join me?

If you're free

As he walked across the quad, buzzing in Bun's pocket made him take his phone out. He moved the fur lining his hood out of the way, then answered his roommate's text. Exercising was all he had planned after work, but he could exercise anytime since he was at the gym so much.

Me: It's nothing that can't wait.
I won't be finished at work until 7 tho

That cool?

Flower: That's perfect
See you then ☺️

He found it slightly odd that she was inviting him to eat with her, she usually just told him when there was food available and he would get it himself, but he couldn't dwell on it. Today was his written pilot's test and out of all of the exam's he'd taken this semester, this was the one he dreaded the most. Regulations, weight and balance, aerodynamics, preflight actions, stalls and spins, density altitude performance... he had 2 ½ hours to prove he knew all of it and then some or risk a setback in his academic plans.

Taking off his flight jacket and draping it on the back of his chair, he sat in front of his assigned computer and tried his best to ignore the nervous nausea tying his stomach in a knot. While the proctor for the exam began his strict spiel of instructions, Bun began trying to clear his mind of anything that could distract him. He was mostly successful but the thought that remained was how important passing was, not only for his major, but also to prove to his mother wrong.

And also make her proud. He was aware of the polarity of his wants and how the two conflicted but both were true.

2 hours later, he'd done just that. Passing with 97% accuracy, he felt his heart racing with accomplishment as he stared at the score on his screen. He expertly contained his elation as his exam proctor granted him permission to leave and gathered his belongings with haste.

As soon as he was back in the frigid fall air, he snatched his phone from his pocket. With a wide grin on his face, he called the one person that he always did whenever he'd overcome a major obstacle.

She reliably picked up on the second ring.

"Grand-mère!"

"Mon trèsor!" She said. "Je pensais à toi! Qu'est-ce que tu fais?"
(My treasure! I was just thinking of you! What are you up to?)

The sweet sound of her time weathered voice warmed his heart. "Grand-mère, j'ai réussi mon test!"
(I passed my test!)

"Félicitations! Je savais que tu pouvais le faire! Pourquoi étiez-vous si inquiet?"
(Congratulations! I knew you could do it! Why were you so worried?)

"Je ne sais pas," he groaned. "I couldn't even eat breakfast, I was so nervous."
(I don't know.)

"Will you listen to me from now on when I say you'll do just fine?"

"Oui," he smiled.

"Bien. Quand grand-père rentrera, je lui dirai la bonne novelle."
(Good. When grandpa gets back, I'll tell him the good news.)

"Merci."

"Et j'aurai un cadeau pour toi la prochaine fois que je te vois."
(And I'll have a gift for you next time I see you.)