Jin

“I just can’t do it.” You mumbled, throwing down your pen on top of your papers. You were sick and tired of this and if you’d have to stare down on these numbers for much longer you would actually freak out. The sound of someone lowering the stove and putting down spoons reached your ears before Seokjin emerged out of the kitchen, his apron still tied in front of him. You had once tried to convince him into buying the one with the muscular beach body at the front but he had refused, to your disappointment. Slipping down in your chair you watched him as he made his way over to you, wiping his hands off on the piece of clothing. “But you’ve tried so hard, you can’t quit now.” He tried to convince you, sitting down on the chair across of you. Heaving a deep sigh you knew that he was right, but your mind refused to hold onto that. The only thing you still wanted was to sleep, so at least you could forget about your misery for a little while. You had never been good at math and you knew that the two of you would never become great friends. But why couldn’t it be a little bit easier? Why did it all have to be so complicated? “You want me to explain it to you another time?” He asked as he grabbed a hold of your textbook and shot you an encouraging smile. He was such a sweet guy and to be honest you felt kind of bad for him. He had been here all day and while he had expected to spend a nice evening at home with you, relaxing since he didn’t have to work, he was stuck with tutoring you. You knew that Seokjin was good at these kinds of things, he was great at math. But he had tried to help you with this for over three times now and somehow you couldn’t seem to understand it. 

You admired him because he remained so calm and he didn’t get annoyed. Each time he offered you his help, he started from zero to try to make you understand the exercises. He complimented you when you were doing well and corrected you when you made a mistake. But whatever happened, he remained supportive and always told you not to give up. “I’m sorry I’m making you do this.” You muttered when he prepared himself for another try to help you. Looking up at you with big eyes he shook his head before smiling. “You’re not making me do anything. I’m doing this because I want to help you and because I hate seeing you sad. So put your head up and let’s read through this chapter again. I’m sure you’ll get it sooner or later.” He cheered and you couldn’t help but smile at him as he walked you through the explanation once more. You forced yourself into concentrating on what he was saying, but you couldn’t help but notice how easy all of this seemed for him. How was it that one person was so good at something, while another one simply couldn’t seem to get the hang of it? When he was done he looked up to check your expression and seeing the desperation on it, he knew that you still didn’t get it. Instead of feeling frustrated he felt sad, knowing that you were trying so hard but that you weren’t able to move forward. He really wished he could do something more to help you, that he could fill in that exam for you. But he knew you’d have to do this yourself. “Here, you try making one. I’ll help you when you get stuck.” He heartened, leaning over the table to follow as you went through all the steps he had just explained to you. 

You were both surprised when you got the answer right, and he had barely had to interfere. It was the first time since you had started this morning that you were able to complete an exercise without his help. His heart swelled with pride when he noticed your hopeful expression. He knew you’d be able to do it as long as you didn’t give up. “Great! You see, you can do it!” He said as he bent over the table to press a kiss against your forehead. You watched him as he shoved back his chair and went back towards the kitchen, leaving you back to yourself. It made you feel quite nervous, because you weren’t sure if you’d be able to complete another one without him by your side to guide you. Still, you’d have to try, because tomorrow he also wouldn’t be sitting beside you to complete your exam. Eventually you’d have to be able to do this on your own. Though, before you knew it he was back, a bowl inside of his hand with steamy food inside of it. Immediately your stomach growled, and you realized you were more hungry than you thought you were. “Some energy food for my lovely, hard working student.” He snickered, placing it down in front of you. Actually you shouldn’t be wasting your time by taking breaks, you had already lost enough by getting stuck with every single exercise. Yet, he didn’t even give you the chance to argument as he dipped his chopstick into the meat and held it before you, waiting until you would take a bite. “Your brains can’t function without food. Don’t argue with me.” He warned you as he fed you. To him it didn’t matter if you at math, he was just happy he was able to take care of you and make you feel better. 

RM

Walking over to your place he cursed when his foot got stuck behind one of the tiles of the pavement, almost causing him to trip and drop the content he was holding inside of his hands. Muttering a soft curse underneath his breath he steadied himself, finding the last street he had to cross before he finally reached your apartment. Rolling to a stop in front of the door he pushed it open before taking the stairs towards the second floor, easily finding his way towards your front door. Knocking it with his free hand he checked his phone once more, reading over the texts he had sent you over the weekend, of which you had replied none. Normally he would get a little worried if such thing happened, but now he knew better than to urge you into answering him. When he had called you last week you had already seemed stressed out about your finals which were coming along, so he knew that by now your mood wouldn’t be any better. You were smart and he admired you because you were able to attend university and give one hundred percent of yourself, always studying your off. He was so proud that he had a girlfriend who gave that much of herself. He waited patiently on his side of the door until he heard the sound of shuffling footsteps and locks being shoved open. Glueing a bright smile onto his face he wanted that to be the first thing you saw when you opened the door. “Babe!” He cheered when he watched you appear in front of him, wearing some baggy sweats and a wide shirt. The bun on your head wiggled slightly as you looked at him in surprise. He hadn’t let you know that he was coming over, he had wanted it to be a surprise. His schedule had been so hectic these past few weeks, but knowing that you’d been having a rough time too he had wanted to see you. 

“I’m not prepared for visitors, the place is a mess.” You informed him in a panicked voice when he marched through the doorway, stopping only a split second to press his lips down on your forehead before he made his way inside. What you called a mess was still quite clean to him. He lived together with six guys, and out of experience he knew that a place could look much worse than this. Papers were spread across the dining table, a box of take out food resting beside it together with an empty cup which had probably been filled with coffee and a few cans of coke. Putting his bag down beside it he was careful not to get any of your stuff mixed up. “I brought chocolates, ice cream and bubblegum. Also, I went to the library.” He said, getting out a few books he had borrowed. He knew that you were having your math exam coming up, the one you were dreading the most and he wanted you to be motivated. It could be hard having to do something you didn’t want to, he knew everything about it. Turning his head to look at you, he could see you standing in the middle of the room, a touched smile on your face as you stared at the goods he had brought you. He noticed you looked exhausted but decided not to mention it, knowing you wouldn’t appreciate it. “Thanks Namjoonie.” You mumbled, slowly coming over to him, picking up one of the books to study it. As soon as he could reach you he placed his hands on your shoulders, pressing his thumbs into the tensed muscles. A stiffened groan left your lips as he went on, your eyes squeezing together at the soreness you felt. For such a long time you’d done nothing more than staring down on your papers, your neck and shoulders were stuck. 

“You deserved it. How’s it going anyway?” He asked, watching all the sticky notes that were glued around the house in different bright colors. Your cat was resting on the couch, without a single care in the world. After all this time he still didn’t dare getting too close to him, knowing that the animal didn’t like him. A deep sigh sounded from you and he guided his eyes back to you, curled his neck to watch your frustrated expression. “It , I can’t get this right. I guess I’ll just fail math.” You confessed, brushing your hand through your hair and messing up your bun. Honestly you were so tired of investing all your time and energy in it, you just wanted it to be over. Finals had been going on for a week now and you had started studying two weeks on forehand. By now you really felt like giving up. As if Namjoon could tell what you were thinking he kissed the top of your head before he walked towards one of the chairs, pulling back the one beside him and patting it. “Let’s take a look at it. I’m sure that together we’ll be able to figure this out.” He suggested, sending you an endearing smile. Even though you really didn’t feel like it, you sat beside him anyway, adoring the way his eyebrows knitted together in the middle of his face as he read the formula’s on the sheet in front of him. After a while his eyes became wide and you shot him a questioning look. “Babe, you divided these numbers instead of multiplying them.” He pointed out and you practically ripped the paper out of his hands to take a look. “That’s impossible! I reread it like six times…” You started, but stuttered as soon as you noticed that he was right. You’d made a stupid mistake, which was a perfect explanation as to why you never seemed to get the answer right. You smiled sheepishly at your boyfriend who grinned at you. “Alright, it seems like you’re right. Thanks, you’re the best.” You admitted, leaning over to peck his cheek. 

Suga

He was trying to get some sleep on top of the bed, peaceful because he knew you were in the same room as him. He didn’t have to be awake and present to enjoy your company. Somehow he could even sense your nearness while he was asleep. Rolling over onto his other side he crossed his arms over his chest, trying to fall deeper into his slumber. Yet, when he heard a sniff fill the room his eyes sprung open. He had no idea why, it could have simply been a simple brush of the nose, but somehow his gut told him that it wasn’t. Turning his head to find you, he spotted you sitting behind the desk, just like you had done before he’d gone to sleep. Everything seemed to be exactly the same, except of the fact that you were crying. In his mind he was already trying to think of someone he could blame for it. When you’d been in the living room earlier he had seen Jimin saying something to you, perhaps it was something that had made you upset. He could handle that, he would scold the younger one for doing so. Pushing himself up on his elbow he stared at you, since it was obvious that you hadn’t noticed him yet. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice suddenly filling up the silent room. You flinched, clearly surprised because of the sound. Twisting in your chair to look at him you quickly wiped away the tears from your cheeks with the sleeves of your sweater, trying to hide them from him. Curling your lips up into a smile you tried to seem careless, but the grin felt fake and you could tell he knew. “I didn’t know you were awake.” You muttered softly, trying to show off relaxed as you leaned back inside of the chair. 

Yoongi didn’t say anything, but simply continued to drill his eyes into yours, wordlessly demanding an answer from you. “I’m fine.” You said eventually, which caused him to scoff. If you were fine than you wouldn’t be crying. Pushing himself forward across the duvet he sat down on the edge of the bed, your knees only a few inches away from each other as you sat in your chair. “Cut the crap _______________. Who made you cry? Tell me.” He insisted, taking a hold of one of your hands which were laying on top of your lap and squeezing it. With your eyes gazing down on it he could tell that he was slowly starting to loose his patience. But instead of lashing out on you he took a deep breath through his nose, telling himself that if he wanted you to tell him, he had to wait. “I can’t do it.” You said eventually, your voice cracking in the middle of your sentence. Confusion tickled inside of him as he tried to figure out what you were trying to tell him. Slowly it started to get to him that there wasn’t someone who had made you sad, that there wasn’t a person involved in this but a something. It made everything a lot more complicated. “Can’t do what?” He asked, reaching over to brush away another tear that slipped down your cheek. He could tell you were annoyed because you were crying, you didn’t like showing your weakness like that. “I’m having a statistic exam in two days and I just can’t seem to get the hang of it. All these formula’s they all look the same, I don’t even get why I’m still studying it, I can’t remember them anyway.” You sniffed, disappointed in yourself. You’d gone to every single lecture, had made exercises through the years, you had tried so hard. It seemed like your best still wasn’t good enough. 

Blinking his eyes at you in surprise Yoongi looked over your shoulder to see the books and sheets of papers spread across of his desk. You must have taken them out as soon as he had gone to sleep. Of course he had heard you tell him that you had finals coming up, but he hadn’t given it much attention. The two of you had been together for so long and you had been a college student for as long as he had been dating you. It was normal for him that you studied from time to time, so he didn’t attempt to worry about it. You had never mentioned to him before that you had a rough time with a course before. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked, knowing that he wouldn’t be willing to hear your answer. As if you knew that too you shrugged your shoulders, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip. The two of you both knew that you had a habit of keeping your problems from him sometimes, trying not to make his life harder. No matter how many times he told you that he wanted to know what was going on inside of your head,  that he wanted to know if you were struggling with something, he simply couldn’t get through to you. Sighing deeply he stuck out his free hand, holding it in the air in front of you. “Let me see.” He said, and you handed him one of the books letting him see what it was about. It didn’t take him very long to realize that he knew just as little about this as you did, if not less. He’d never been interested in studying, so his own knowledge about something like this was small. “We’ll ask Jin hyung for help, he’s good at this kind of stuff.” He suggested, watching the way hope flared inside of your eyes as you nodded. Putting the textbook down beside him on the bed he tugged you over, placing you on top of his lap. “You should tell me when something’s wrong, don’t just sit there crying by yourself. I can help, mmhm?” He told you with a stern look and you smiled at him, as he pecked your temple supportively.

J Hope

Typing the numbers on your calculator you muttered against yourself, saying the numbers as you tried to get all the formula’s inside of your head. Yet, it was impossible. It was eleven PM, dark outside and every single one of your friends had already given up and gone to bed. You were the only one who was still crazy enough to keep studying like this. Not that it would help much, because you were sure you were doomed to fail. You had been staring down on your textbooks for such a long time already, you were sure there wasn’t a single way you hadn’t tried to remember all of this, but you just couldn’t do it. Math wasn’t your thing and it never would be. Each year you had passed with just the right amount of points, but you weren’t sure if you would still succeed in doing so now. The content of the classes were getting harder and harder each time and knowing that you’d already had a rough time catching up back then, you knew it wouldn’t get any easier. Yet, you should have known that math wouldn’t get much easier once you got into college. The more years passed, the harder it got for you to keep up. With a heavy head, full of knowledge but things you didn’t quite understand your found your eyes falling close, your head dipping towards your chest. It would all be so much easier if you’d just be able to close your eyes for a little while, five minutes, that was all. In those five minutes your brain would get the time it needed to recharge itself so you could study some more and after that maybe you would even understand all of this. Folding your arms across of your textbook your allowed your face to nuzzle into them. Five minutes, that was all. 

After throwing his bag down in the corner of the hallway he stretched his painful joints, his muscles aching because of the merciless practice he had just gone through. Jungkook hadn’t known when to stop today and had pushed the both of them towards the limit while practicing their newest dance routine. It had been a rough day and he was so happy to be home. Blinking his eyes open, not willing to let them fall close just yet, he walked over towards the living room, thinking he would find you there. To be honest he had wanted to get home early today to spend some time with you. He knew that you finals were coming up and that you were going through a rough time. He had wanted to spoil you tonight, telling you how proud he was of you because you were still trying so hard. He still remembered the time when he’d been a student himself and he couldn’t say that he had a very good time thinking back about the moments he had spent behind his text books. Yet, when he walked into the room, you were no where no be found. Frowning at the emptiness of the couch he turned around, walking through the rooms in order. Starting with the kitchen he found it empty, the dishwasher was cleared which meant that you must have been here not so long ago. It had been piled up with plates when he had left this morning. Next he checked the bathroom, but you weren’t there either. Getting slightly worried he couldn’t think of a better thing to do than check out the shared bedroom. Opening the door slowly he peeked inside, pushing his head around the corner. What he saw shocked him and caused a small smile to creep into his face. 

He’d known that you were spending a lot of time studying these days. You’d told him about having to deal with math, and that you weren’t good at it. He just hadn’t thought that it was this bad. Tiptoeing over towards the desk he looked down onto your sleeping face, pencil still inside of your hand. Carefully, trying not to wake you up, he took it out and laid it beside you, before he turned the chair so he could reach you. Hoisting you up inside of his arms he carried you over towards the bed, but no matter how hard he tried, you woke up anyway. Shooting awake you gazed around yourself, stunned because you could no longer feel a chair underneath your . You were just in time to see Hoseok’s smile before he lowered you on top of the sheets, ready to tug you in. “No, I’m not done yet.” You slurred, your voice filled with exhaustion, causing him to frown. He knew what it was like to overwork himself and to try too hard. He didn’t want you to have to go through the same thing. So when you tried to push yourself upright to get back towards your papers he stopped you. Crawling onto the bed beside you he held you down, circling his arm around your waist and pulling you against him. Even though you tried to fight him, you didn’t seem to have enough energy left to try very hard. “I promise I’ll help you study tomorrow. But now you have to sleep.” He muttered, brushing your hair out of your face as he watched you. The rebellion look disappeared out of your eyes as you cuddled yourself against him, and he easily let you. He listened to the sound of your breathing until it became steady, your eyes tightly closed. “Good night baby.” He whispered, pecking your forehead. 

Jimin

Heaving a deep sigh he shook the rain drops out of his hair, feeling one of them slip behind the collar of his shirt and rolling down his back, causing a shiver to run down his spine. It had been a crappy day and he was happy it was finally over. He blinked as the lanterns went on, lighting up the already dark streets. Looking down on his watch he noticed it was only eight a’clock. The thought of winter coming soon was dreadful, he really wasn’t looking forward to the cold. Not that the rain from today was making him feel any better. Getting his hands out of the pockets of his jacket he rang your doorbell, knowing that your parents would be home and they would let him in. He stepped by every once in a while when his schedule allowed him to spend time with you. To his surprise your parents had always been very supportive of you dating him, while he knew most parents would make a problem of their college daughter dating an idol. He could only appreciate it that they weren’t making this too hard for him. He straightened up as soon as the door opened, the light that came from inside shining down on him as your mother showed up in the doorway. “Oohh Jimin, come in sweetheart! You’ll get soaked.” She squealed, practically pulling him into the house before he had the chance of greeting her. Chuckling softly he took off his shoes, secretly staring into the living room to check if he was able to see you on the couch. “Thank you misses ______________. How are you doing?” He asked politely as he hung his jacket on the coat rack, hoping that he was still looking presentable enough for you. He hadn’t expected the weather to be this bad when he walked over, otherwise he would have brought an umbrella. 

“Oh, I’m alright. ______________ though, she’s been having a bad day. Her math exam is coming up and I don’t think she’s…” She got interrupted by the sound of your grumbling reaching them from upstairs and she pulled a face when she heard you curse. Sighing deeply she shrugged her shoulders. “She’s been like this all day. You can go see her if you want, but be careful. She might actually throw something at your head when you go in.” She giggled, but waved him off anyway before going back towards the living room to continue watching the rest of the show she’d been watching on TV. Taking her warnings very serious he carefully made his way up the stairs, before stopping in front of your room. Laying his ear against the door he could still hear you huff on the other side. Forming his hand into a fist he knocked the wood, waiting for a reply before going in. “Mom…Please. I’m busy.” He heard you say and he chuckled before pushing down the handle and sticking his head inside of your room. Luckily for him you didn’t actually throw something at him. Turning your head towards him he could see the surprise written all over your face when you realized it wasn’t your mom in the doorway. “Can I come in?” He asked, smiling brightly at you as you nodded. Quietly he closed the door behind himself before he walked over towards the bed, where you were sitting and lowered himself onto the edge. “So, your mom told me this hasn’t been going too well for you.” He said when he looked down on the papers which were spread out across the duvet, a calculator inside of your hold. Sniffing slightly you brought up your hand to brush your hair behind your ear. “I guess that’s a way to call it.” You mumbled, and his face fell by the sight of your disappointed expression. 

He didn’t like seeing you like this, especially not since he knew that the person you were being mad at was yourself. He didn’t want you to blame yourself for this, not after you’d already worked so hard. Reaching out for your hand he tangled his fingers with yours, giving them a gentle squeeze. If only it was enough to make you feel better, but even though you shot him a small smile, he knew better than to believe it. “I can question you about the formulas if you want me to. Maybe it could help.” He suggested, not knowing what else to do. It was impossible for him to try and catch up with the lecture you were supposed to be studying, he didn’t know much about it. Yet, this brought him to another idea. “Or you could teach me. Teach me how to do it. If you can make me understand you’ll surely be able to fill in your exam.” He tried, watching the way your eyes lit up because of that thought. Smiling happily because he had made you feel better he leaned back against the headboard of the bed, waiting as you installed yourself. Handing him a paper and a pen you sat down in front of him, your legs crossed. He was already sure that he wouldn’t be able to catch up, but he didn’t mind. As long as it made you feel better and as you’d start believing in yourself again it didn’t matter. It had been an exhausting day for him and actually he’d planned on taking a relaxing nap with you, but plans could change. Instead he tried to listen carefully as you explained a very difficult looking exercise to him, but he ended up staring at your face more than he payed attention to what you were saying. 

V

“Thanks hyung.” He muttered towards Seokjin as soon as his older friend stopped the car on the driveway, but instead of getting out he remained seated. Looking up at the large apartment complex that was towering in front of him he sighed. Noticing his lack the lack of excitement he usually showed when he went to see you his older friend leaned closer, studying his features. “What’s wrong?” He asked carefully, actually not wanting to get involved into any relationship drama. It was Namjoon who usually solved those kinds of things, not him. Shrugging his shoulders Taehyung fiddled with his fingers on his lap. He knew he was being a fool and that he didn’t have anything to worry about, but he simply couldn’t help himself. “______________ and I fought last night.” He admitted sheepishly and Seokjin sighed, crunching his nose as he realized it was too late to turn back now. There was no way he could just kick the younger boy out of his car without listening to him, no matter how badly he wished to go back to the dorm after his intense work out at practice. He didn’t even have to ask anything before Taehyung continued, throwing everything off his chest. “She’s going through finals and I blamed her for not having any time for me. I’m such an , I’m the one who never has time for her and now I’m the one who’s complaining. She’s already stressed and I’m just making it worse. Maybe I should just leave her alone.” He muttered, sinking back inside of the car seat. Seokjin blinked in surprise before he loosened his seatbelt and reached over to Taehyung’s side of the car. Opening the door in one quick throw he gave him a stern look. “Get out.” He said, seeing how his younger friend stared at him with a shocked expression. “Get out of my car and go tell your girlfriend you’re sorry, you idiot. I’m sure she’ll forgive you.” Sending him a supportive smile he waited until Taehyung had done as he asked and climbed out of the vehicle. As soon as he did he raced off, afraid that he would change his mind. 

He gazed up at the building for a little longer before deciding that his hyung was right and he just had to man up. He shouldn’t have said what he said last night and he really regretted it. You’d both been tired and stressed out and he shouldn’t have allowed himself to take it out on you. An apology was the least he could give you for making this time even harder for you. Entering the main building he quickly pressed the button of the elevator, only to find out that it was broken. It seemed like karma was trying to get back to him. Yet, he simply turned around and aimed for the stairs, taking two of them at a time which caused him to be exhausted when he finally arrived on the fifth floor. Not giving himself the time to hesitate or turn back he rang the doorbell and impatiently jumped from one foot onto the other as he waited for you to open up. After a few minutes he finally heard the sound of movement on the other side and he held his breath as the door swung open, revealing you. He blinked his eyes in amazement when he noticed your tear strained cheeks and messy hair. But before he had the time to even react to it, you threw yourself at him, not giving him any choice but to catch you. Automatically his arms curled around your form as he heard the sound of a sob escaping from your lips. “_______________…” He muttered, not knowing what to say and his apology getting stuck inside of his throat. Guilt washed over him as he thought it was your fight that had made you this upset. “I can’t do it! It’s not working.” You wailed into the crook of his neck, causing him to frown. Confusion settled inside of him as he realized he had no idea what you were talking about. “What do you mean?” He asked, smoothening his hand down your hair in the hope to calm you down. He hated seeing you cry and if he could do something in order to prevent it he would. As you pulled back from him he was finally able to look at you and his heart dropped in his stomach as he noticed how defeated you looked. 

“My math exam, I’m not going to pass it. I might as well just stay home tomorrow.” You sniffed, and Taehyung beat you so it as you wanted to wipe the tears away from your cheeks. Pressing his hand against each side of your face he brushed his thumbs against your skin. He’d had no idea that you were struggling this much with studying. A strong need to help you came over him as he combed your hair behind your ears. “How about we’ll look it over together and each time you get the answer right, you’ll get a kiss.” He suggested and even though he knew it wasn’t much, it was the only thing he could think of. He didn’t want you to stop believing in yourself and as long as he could keep you motivated and positive he was sure you’d be able to succeed. He knew that you were smart and he just wanted you to realize that as well. Besides, no matter how hard thing got, you would always have him, and he would always cheer for you.Walking you back into the house he settled the two of you down on the chairs around the table. As you heaved a deep sigh he could tell you weren’t excited to get back into studying, but at least you weren’t backing out either. “Listen, about last night…I’m sorry.” He mumbled, turning his head to look at you. It seemed better for him to tell you now, instead of getting you out of your concentration later. Though, you shot him a confused look and squeezed your eyes while going through your memories. “I don’t know what you’re talking about?” You said before grabbing a pencil and a piece of paper. Grinning from ear to ear Taehyung thought you were adorable. Seemed like he had been worrying over nothing this entire time. He was so lucky to have someone like you. Leaning over he pressed his lips against your cheek and your eyes widened at it. “I didn’t even start yet.” You reminded him but he just chuckled as he leaned his chin inside of his hand, watching you. “You deserved it anyway.” 

Jungkook

Groaning loudly you threw your pencil down on the table. You were done, and you really couldn’t take this anymore. your hands inside of your hair you hung your head low. You just had to face it, you were a loser and you were going to fail. A lonely tear was tickling down your cheek, only causing you to get even more angry with yourself. How could you be so pathetic? You’d been studying for many hours a day, none stop, but you never got it right. At this moment you were seriously wondering why you had ever decided to go off to college anyway if you couldn’t even make it through your finals. You thought it had seemed like a nice challenge, well, this wasn’t nice anymore. Jungkook happily walked into the dorm, rushing past the other members to get inside. He had left you here this morning before heading to practice and since he’d known you’d had the day off he had asked you to stick around and wait for him to come back. The dorm would be silent and there wouldn’t be anyone around, which seemed like the perfect opportunity for you to study. It had seemed like a win win situation for the both of you, as you were not being bothered for a few hours and he would be able to see you when he got home from work. To be honest he thought it was one of the best ideas he had had for a while. Speed walking towards his room, leaving his stuff behind in the hallway, he knocked the door three times. But still didn’t really give you the time to prepare yourself for his arrival as he dived inside, opening the door so fast it caused a breeze to pull through the room. “Babe, I’m back!” He roared, but the bright smile on his face faltered when he noticed your distressed state. His heart skipped a beat as worry overtook him and he rushed to your side. No matter how many times he had seen you crying before, he never got used to it. 

“______________, what’s wrong?” He asked, rubbing a hand down your hair when he crouched down next to your chair. When he had left you this morning you had been fine. In his mind he went over all of the things that could have happened to you while he was out. “I can’t finish these stupid exercises! I’ve tried everything but I just don’t get it. My exam is due for tomorrow, I’ll never be able to do it. I’m going to fail.” You sniffed, rubbing away the tears from your face as he sent you a sympathetic look. He had never been very good at math himself when he’d still been in high school and if he had to be honest he had never a very good student in general. Yet, that didn’t mean he didn’t hate to see you this upset. He was proud of you that you’d found the motivation to actually go to college. Quickly he grabbed an extra chair, placing it down next to yours so he could have a look on the papers and text books which were spread across of his desk. But there wasn’t a single thing that came into mind when he stared down on the formulas and the numbers written on there. He had no idea how to solve these exercises himself. “We’ll just look it up on the internet.” Jungkook mumbled, trying to sound positive as he took out his phone to search for some information that might be able to help you. You blinked your eyes at him in surprised, watching the way he stuck out his tongue in concentration as he typed in the numbers. You’d never seen anyone trying to find the answer to a math exercise online before, but you knew there wasn’t a single thing your boyfriend couldn’t find online. Shifting a little bit so you could look on the screen in his hands he allowed you to read with him, his breath hitting the side of your face. He had no idea why this suddenly felt like such a big deal, but somehow he knew he had to find this answer and he knew he wouldn’t rest before he had done so. 

“I got it!” He beamed after five more minutes, smiling proudly at you as he turned the phone over and handed it to you so you could look at it. When he saw the astonished expression on your face as you read through the page, a grin took over on his face. The next time his friends would tell him that the internet couldn’t solve everything he would prove them wrong. Checking the explanation for a while, it suddenly didn’t seem so hard at all. Your teacher had made it seem much harder than it actually was. “God Jungkookie, you’re amazing!” You squealed, the self pity you had felt before long forgotten as new found energy rushed through your body. Jungkook leaned back in his chair beside you, watching you as you went on to the next exercise. He was happy he had been able to help you out somehow. Grabbing one of your textbooks and shoving it closer to him he tried his hardest to be silent as he let you do your thing. Yet, he was dying to tell you about everything that had happened during practice today. Not just that, he got distracted easily, the formulas in the textbook boring him. “Do you want ice cream?” He asked suddenly and when you turned your head to look up at him in awe, his doe eyes were staring back at you. Biting your lip you knew that you shouldn’t be giving in, you had to focus. You had already lost a lot of time while thinking over this one exercise. “Maybe…” You muttered, unwillingly giving into him. It had been a while since you’d taken a break and you were hungry. Perhaps after you’d had some food you’d be able to keep going for much longer. “Let’s go, we can’t focus on an empty stomach. Since you’ve working so hard, I’ll treat.” Jungkook rattled, already jumping off of his chair and walking out of the room. You rolled your eyes at him and you had the feeling that it wasn’t going to be your empty stomach which would be the cause of your lack of concentration.