Why Are You Everywhere? | Yoonmin FF

2. Math's Test

The professor began distributing the quizzes, handing out papers like he was handing out death sentences.

"Please, don’t make eye contact," Jimin whispered, desperately trying to act like he knew what was going on.

Taehyung was trembling beside him, clutching his pen like it was a lifeline. "Bro, are we even supposed to know anything yet? This is literally our first day!"

Jimin scanned the quiz in front of him. The questions were written in perfectly legible English, but his brain refused to process anything. They looked like math equations, but written in another language. "I don't even know what this is. Are these... formulas or demon summoning circles?"

Taehyung squinted at his paper. "I mean, it could be anything at this point." He turned his paper upside down, hoping the answers would magically appear. "Why do I feel like we're being pranked?"

The professor was already walking up and down the aisles, glancing over the students' shoulders. Jimin could feel the weight of the man's judgmental stare even though he wasn’t looking directly at him.

"Just guess, bro," Taehyung whispered, desperate. "We’re literally one wrong answer away from being kicked out of university."

Jimin grinned nervously and wrote down the most confident answer he could muster. "C... Definitely C."

Taehyung scribbled down a random answer too, his hand moving in a blur. "A? No, wait... B. No, wait....A. A feels lucky."

"Are you guys actually answering these questions?" The professor's voice boomed from behind them, and both Jimin and Taehyung jumped in unison.

"Yes, Sir!" they said in unison, both too terrified to do anything other than nod vigorously.

The professor's eyes narrowed as he glanced between Jimin and Taehyung. "I'm highly doubting that," he said with a slight smirk. "Let’s do one thing. You...what’s your name?"

Taehyung’s heart skipped a beat. His mind raced, but he managed to stammer out, "T-Taehyung... Kim Taehyung."

The professor nodded, his gaze shifting toward the back of the room. "Okay, Taehyung. Go and sit beside him. Hey what's your name? Blue shirt boy."

"Jungkook... Jeon Jungkook."

Taehyung blinked, unsure if he had just heard that correctly. "W-What?"

The professor gestured to the seat next to a guy at the back of the classroom who was glaring at his phone. "You heard me. Jungkook's seat."

Jimin and Taehyung exchanged looks of sheer confusion. "Jungkook?" Taehyung whispered. "Who’s Jungkook?"

Jimin shrugged, his face still frozen in panic. "I don't know, bro. Maybe some kind of university god?"

But before Taehyung could respond, Jimin grabbed his arm, practically pushing him toward the back of the classroom. "Go, go, before he changes his mind!"

Taehyung reluctantly stood up, his knees wobbling. He was pretty sure he looked like a baby giraffe trying to walk for the first time, but he made his way to the back of the room.

Jimin's eyes glued to Taehyung, who was now sitting beside the mysterious Jungkook. It was as if the universe had conspired to separate them just when Jimin needed him the most. His gaze shifted from Tae to the professor, who was walking away, leaving the room in a state of eerie silence, save for the occasional rustle of papers. The quiz continued, but Jimin was far too distracted to focus.

He pouted, watching Taehyung across the room. Tae caught his eye and pouted back, looking like a puppy that had been left out in the rain. But suddenly, Taehyung’s expression shifted, his eyes widening as Jungkook leaned over and subtly slid something across the desk.