Word Bank:
•au revoir (oh•ray•vwah): goodbye
•monsieur (muh•syur): mister
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Suji POV

"You're going to be fine. You know this," I tried to convince Yoongi, but he shook his head.

"You don't understand what it's like to take a test in another language! I'm going to be alone with a proctor just watching me evilly while I screw up this test," he whined.

It was the week of the dreaded semester finals. Being that it was a music school, finals for performance based classes were obviously going to be a cumulative performance known as the Winter Showcase that would take place before the end of the year festival.

But for non-performance classes, there was obviously a test on all that had been taught. Any and all notes taken up till now will matter.

I brushed a strand of hair out of Yoongi's face, "You will be fine. Trust yourself. You already built a career on it. I have faith in you."

He sighed, wordlessly nodding. I wished he had more confidence in himself. Music is its own language. And it breaks the barriers of things like French and Korean. Music speaks itself and that translated into theory, composition, performance, and every other musical aspect out there.

I pouted, "Please~ have faith in yourself~ or I'll be sad."

I put on my best effort to look cute and hopefully melt his heart, but all I got was a mortified cringe.

"You know what...I'm gonna do good so I don't ever have to see that again," he remarked.

"Uh rude! I'm trying to help you out here and you're just out here insulting me," I scoffed, turning my back on him.

"No, babe you know I didn't mean it like that," he tried to save face.

But I was more focused on the slip of the tongue he had. My heart skipped a beat.

"You know what, it's totally fine. You'll do great babe," I mimicked.

"I- you- what- well- yeah okay bye!" He stammered, clumsily stumbling to his class while I did the same.

I caught up with your girls and headed to my first class and first final.

I had faith and confidence in myself that I would do what I could to the best of my ability and with that, I settled into the lecture hall and began to take the first test of many.

Time Skip

My cramped up hand scribbled in the last answer on the exam before dramatically dropping the pencil.

With a sigh of relief, I stood up from my seat with my stuff to hand it to the professor.

"Merci Suzy," he said.

"Au revoir, Monsieur Dubois," I hummed cheerily.

My friends looked at me enviously as they continued to work through their test. I gave them a supportive smile before heading out of the tense atmosphere of the lecture hall.

I stretched my arms above me head and let out an exhausted and unruly yawn. I would be lying if I said I hadn't panicked studied all night long. I was running on about four cups of coffee and at least fifteen protein bars.

I was about to walk ahead to go to the cafeteria to grab more coffee but I felt someone grab my hand.

Yoongi had finished his exam too and had been waiting for me.

"Have you been waiting long?" I hummed sleepily.

He shook his head, "Ten minutes at most. You were right about me being fine though. I feel pretty confident."

There was a bounce in his voice. It seemed he was super confident and proud.

"I'm like never wrong so you should've just believed me," I teased.

He swiped his thumb over my cheek, "Are you okay? You look sleepy."

I chuckled, "I am. I ended up pulling an all-nighter."

He frowned, "You have to get sleep Miss Confident."

"Confidence cannot be without effort," I pointed out.

"No time for your philosophy. Come, let's get you some food and maybe some coffee," he said, pulling my arm.

He sat me down at one of the cafeteria tables and got a tray full of food and coffee for me. It was endearing to see how worried he was.

"Eat."

You don't have to tell me twice. I was here for food all day every day.

He just watched me eat which made me feel bad so I tried to offer him some, but he refused.

"I feel full just watching you eat," he hummed.

My heart fluttered once again. He was often accidentally romantic and that was probably the cutest thing ever.

Feeling a little more revitalized I glanced at him with a smile. I had truly snatched up a gem of a person.

"So do you have any more tests today?" He asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

"I have one more in about an hour. And then the rest are distributed through the week. Only one though," I said.

"After, I expect you to take a nap," he warned.

I sighed, "I wish. But after, I've got a room booked out for practice. And then the girls and I are going out for dinner."

He frowned, "Surely you can just tell them that you're tired. They'll understand."

I shook my head, "It wouldn't be fair to cancel. The four of us haven't had much time to hang out lately so it's fine." I took his hand in mine, entwining our fingers, "Aww are you worried about me? Cute."

He rolled his eyes, "You find the silliest things cute."

"Anything is cute when you do it," I winked.

"How do you do that?" He questioned.

"Do what?"

"Flirt so effortlessly."

I choked, "W-what? Well, now that you've put it out there, it's not easy to explain."

I covered my face with my hands to hide the redness. He giggled trying to move my hands.

"Suji~" he called my name ever-so-sweetly.

Damn. There goes my heart.

"You're so weird now that we're dating," I huffed.

He grinned, "Why? Didn't you just say it was cute? Or that everything I do is cute? I'm just reiterating."

I laughed, "Oh my god stop!"

But he continued his nonsensical assault on me, making me burst out in pure joy.

God sometimes I forgot that people could be so damn funny and charismatic.

Yoongi sure as hell fell under both categories.

He flicked my forehead, sticking his tongue out at me.

"Admit it. I've got you beat," he hummed.

"In what?" I rolled my eyes.

"Flirting."

"Oh no sir. Not in the slightest. You're just scarily good at being a goofball," I retorted.

The 'goofball' grabbed my wrists, holding me still while leaning across the table. Our lips were mere inches from each other and yet he was just chilling there like a weirdo.

"You sure about that?" He smirked.

Unbelievably flustered, I broke eye contact, stumbling over my words, letting out incoherent noises of shock.

"I win," he mumbled happily while I was left staring at the boy in shock.

I had really just been out-flirted, and I wasn't even mad.

Min Yoongi was full of surprises it seemed.