The test ended badly.
The hall was silent no whispers, no laughter.
Only heavy breathing.
Soon, an announcement came.
The results were posted.
Everyone rushed to the board.
Names filled the entire page.
I searched quickly.
11/20
Third highest.
My heart skipped.
I looked for Yoongi.
16/20 First.
Winter came second with 12.
Then
Jimin.
6.
My chest tightened.
If we hadn't gone to the park or cinema or karaoke…
If we had studied…
But it's not his fault.
I suggested the movie.
It all our fault
No one really passed.
Except Yoongi.
"Mr. Kim Ku is coming!" someone shouted.
We all ran back to class.
"You're all a piece of shit!" Mr. Kim Ku yelled.
"Punks! I told you no karaoke, no parties and you all failed!"
The class went completely silent.
"You'll run the entire field four times."
No one was spared.
Not even Yoongi.
We lined up and started running.
"How did you even get first?" I asked Yoongi, running beside him.
"Guesswork," he replied casually.
I scoffed.
By the third round, everyone was dying.
Breathing was painful.
Stopping meant starting over.
After the final lap, we collapsed onto the grass.
I lay alone, the sun burning my eyes.
My throat was dry.
So thirsty.
Then
Two hands stretched out toward me.
Two bottles of water.
One from Jimin.
One from Yoongi.
They looked at me.
Waiting.