Feathers- A BTS Fanfiction

Chapter 3

Both of them watch the computer screen as it calculates the results. The blue ring in the center of the page keeps rotating freezing here and there.

"Hey Jin," She mumbles.

"Yeah?" He responds, still staring at the monotonous screen.

Aurem looks up, her expression completely stoic. "Why do you still have computers from like 2001 in here?"

Taken back, Seokjin half smiles. "I've been requesting new ones for years."

He walks to the corner of the room, taking a laptop out of his bag. "I'm going to catch up on some emails, tell me when it decides to load."

"Yep." She groans, laying her head on her arms.

"Yah, don't fall asleep on me yet," Seokjin scolds. "People used to say that could make concussions worse...Even though it's completely false... But still..."

"You don't even know if I have one..." Aurem protests, keeping her head down.

Unfazed, he deletes another email. "Sudden nausea and blackout sort of gives it away, dummy."

"Err...okay maybe, but I'm tired." She groans. "Maybe I'll die and then I'll have no concussion."

"What was that?" Jin raises his eyebrow.

"Nothing!" She corrects herself, winking.

Jin looks back at his laptop.

"And keep the trashcan under you... I'm screwed if you vomit on the computer." He sighs, typing away on the keyboard.

"But then you'd get an up-to-date one, I would technically be doing you a favor," Aurem smirks, looking up from her arms.

"...Touché."

The girl checks the computer screen, moving the mouse around ever so slightly. Finally, it updates, the page updating to a plethora of results.

"Huh, mildly concussed eh." Aurem chuckles.

Jin stands up and walks over to the screen, reading over the results. Choking, he points at a line.

"You seriously got 24 x 17 wrong?" Jin squints his eyes at her. "There's a calculator right there!"

"I didn't think I was allowed to use it..." She mumbles.

"It's multiple choice!" He sighs. "You picked 20?!"

Aurem rubs her temples, resting her elbows on the desk. "Again, it's been a rough few days."

The nurse rolls his eyes and sighs, grabbing a notebook. "You're just like your brother."

"No, he breaks things, I just break myself." Aurem crosses her arms.

"Namjoon would still get 24 x 17 right in much worse shape than you." Jin chuckles.

Aurem puts her hand to her heart, "Ouch. That was low. Besides, he's already graduated as valedictorian, we're not comparable when you're talking about intelligence."

"All right, You're dismissed from the rest of your classes today. Since this is a Friday, you have the entire weekend to take it easy. You can take Acetaminophen like Tylenol, DO NOT take ibuprofen, that can make the bleeding worse." Jin rips off the paper and gives it to Aurem.

"I have to go to my shift at the hospital." He sighs, grabbing his white coat hung on the door. "Do you have anyone to watch you?"

Aurem nods her head. "I can ask my roommate."