Bonjour//Jikook

Finals Pt. 2

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Jungkook's POV

I can feel the unease from all the students as I leave my dorm and head to my classroom. We will begin grading for finals in less than an hour and the scene as I walk down the hall proves it. 

Every student is white as a ghost. Some have headphones in and they're using any flat surface they can find as a makeshift barre; these are the students who will most likely make it into Second Year. These are students like Mr. Sehun. The next group are less prepared, and they probably weren't able to eat this morning or last night because of nerves. These are the student who are sitting in a corner of the room and having a panic attack, the students who are shaking and doing everything they can to just keep themselves from passing out. These students are less likely to make it into Second Year, but if they allow themselves to relax, they should pull through alright; this would include students like Mr. Park. And then...

Suddenly my shoulder is knocked as Mr. Eunwoo rushes past me, hurrying to his locker; his hair a mess and the rest of him looking as disheveled as road kill. 

I sigh and roll my eyes at him as he waves at me, mouthing sorry and running down the hall. 

Such an idiot...

Eunwoo is apart of the students who barely showed up. They're the students who don't make it in places like this...

I enter my classroom and nod to the other teachers who sit at the judging table. 

"Bonjour." I mumble, setting my things on the table. 

"Bonjour." Each of them respond noncommittally, focusing on their own things. 

Sehun's POV

I watch with a heavy heart as Eunwoo barely gets into the boy's changing room. He looks terrible. 

"What happened to you?" I spit, fixing my costume. 

"I-I overslept." I splutters, throwing his bag onto the counter and hurrying to get his costume ready. 

I sigh and roll my eyes at him. 

"Where's Jimin, isn't he your little friend? Shouldn't he be here helping you out?" 

"H-He's busy." He stutters. 

I take from that, Jimin must be with the walking STD, Taehyung.

With shaky hands, Eunwoo strips his clothes and begins to try to pull on his tights, but he rips a hole in the leg. 

"FUCK!" He shouts, pulling them off. 

I look around at the  nearly empty boy's room, making a quick decision. 

"All of you out!" I shout, and to my satisfaction, the remaining boys run from the room on my demand. 

I grab a pair of tights from my bag and kneel down in front of Eunwoo. 

"W-What're you doing?" He asks, blushing. 

"Listen, you may be a fucking idiot, but if you're determined to make it into Second Year then the least I can do is make you look like you belong here. You fucking suck and you have no talent, so I'm sure that you're not going to make it anyways...but I'm still gonna help you..." I mumble and pulls his foot into my grasp. "Just hold still." I snap.