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You unlocked and opened your door, storming inside and slamming it behind you. You just came back from a late dinner with your college friend, and you made the mistake of checking your grades at a red light while driving home.
A paper that you had worked all night long on received a pitiful grade of a B plus. To say you were angry was an understatement. You were utterly enraged.
Your boyfriend, who was lying down on the couch in your small living room area, sat up and looked at you. He looked pissed off at first, since you probably interrupted his nap, but once he saw your face, his expression softened.
"What happened?" Yoongi asked, standing up and walking over to you, who was in the middle of taking off your shoes.
You turned to him once you finished, your face displaying a clear displeasure. "You know that essay I spent several hours on last night?" He nodded. "Yeah, well I got a fucking B plus. A B. Plus, Yoongi. I worked all night on that! How the fuck did I get a B plus?" You walked around him as you spoke, your arms up in the air.
He followed behind your trail, which went into your kitchen space, listening to you ramble on.
"I just don't get it! How?" Your travel ended at the counter beside the sink, continuing. "I sourced everything correctly, there were no typos, I had a shitton of outside information! I worked hard on this!" You slammed your hands down on the counter, letting out an aggravated breath.
Yoongi slowly placed his hands over yours, looking at you. You kept your face down, trying to calm yourself.
"I really do not understand. I worked so hard on it. I deserve an A. I deserve an A plus. Why the fuck did he give me a B plus? Fuck. What the literal fuck?" You pulled yourself away, scrunching up your face in disbelief as your hands went into your hair.
Your boyfriend shrugged. "Maybe ask him before your next class? Do it over e-mail. You might get fired up if you speak in person," he said, and you appreciated the commentary.
You nodded slowly, bringing your hands down. "Yeah, yeah, okay. Maybe, I guess. God, how could he do that? I better get a good explanation as to why it's lower than usual," you grumbled with a huff, crossing your arms.
Yoongi stepped up to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "How about we make some popcorn and watch a movie to take your mind off it, hm?"
The girl in the movie screamed upon seeing the murderer, the typical scene making you sigh against Yoongi's body.
It was about three quarters into the film, and it was only really getting the kills started now, which was terrible. The acting was utter shit, on top of that. You didn't care to know what the title of it was, but that wouldn't stop you from saying how just the movie itself was a horror on its own. Regardless, it was meant to clear your mind.
It wasn't really helping.
"I wish I was an actress. I could do an awful job yet get paid. Not work hard and wrongly criticized. Like my teacher," you mumbled. Yoongi's grip around your waist squeezed for a moment, not saying a word.
You groaned silently. "Seriously. I should've gotten an A plus. I did not do a crappy job on that essay, and I bet if I asked another literature teacher I'd get the grade I deserve. Don't you think?" He nodded wordlessly against your cheek.
