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2.3

SotC: Howler, Zelo (because IT'S A PARTY Y'ALL)

Also alcohol/drinking warning
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AS FINALS WEEK CAME TO A CLOSE, JIN, LIKE ALL OF HIS FELLOW PEERS, BECAME INCREASINGLY NERVOUS OVER HIS RESULTS.

Each day, Jin anxiously checked the dorm mailbox for the telltale yellow envelopes, simultaneously wanting to tear them open so he could see the results, and burn them without taking so much of a peek.

One day, Jin was laying on his bed, talking with N about this anxiety.

“I don’t know, I’m kind of terrified of what the papers will say, but at the same time, I just want to get them over with, you know?” Jin sighed.

“Baby, you’ve already taken the final. There’s nothing you can do about it now, so what is there to be anxious about? I’m sure you did fine.”

“Yeah, but I want to do better than fine. I want to do the best.”

N chuckled. “As long as you did your best, that’s what matters.”

“I have a lot on stake with these results, and you know it,” Jin pouted.

“Like our date?”

“Exactly!”

“Your priorities are honestly impressive.”

“Yeah, sometimes I wonde--” Jin cut himself off as Hoseok ran into their dorm, out of breath, and flopped himself on the nearest bed, on top of a once-napping Yoongi.

“What the fuck--” Yoongi sleepily muttered as Jin stared. “Are you okay?”

“Mail...yellow...envelopes...results...death...here.” Hoseok panted, out of breath. Jin, however, understood what he said perfectly, and screamed.

“Fuck, baby, if that’s how you sound now, then I wonder how you’ll sound when-”

“Oh my God, babe, it’s not the time-- the results-- they’re here.”

A pause. “So what are you waiting for? Open them!”

“Can’t, we have to call up Jimin and Taehyung so they can bring theirs over, then call my brother to come over, and we’re going to have a reveal party.” Jin paused. “Maybe you could…?”

“I can’t.” N sighed. “Jungkook.”

“Why not bring him along?”

“One, he’s not a student, leading me to wonder how the hell you get your brother in the dorms anyway. Unless he’s saved his student ID? Or just uses yours and says he’s you? You two look similar enough. But seriously, how do you do it?”

Jin evilly smiled. “You’ve kind of got it, but I’m not telling you which one.”

“Either way, my brother doesn’t have a student ID, and he can’t use mine because, well, I’m adopted. We don’t even share family names, let alone genes. So neither of those are options. And two, you want me to bring my underage brother to a room that will have plenty of alcohol, his crush, and not one, but three beds? Yeah, I don’t want to see that.”

“There’s also plenty of c-”

“Babe,” N warned.

“Hey! If they’re going to do it, at least have them be safe, y’know?”

“Oh my God, neither of them are going to be doing anything.”

“If you say so.” Jin tilted his head. “I wonder which one of them would t-”