You stared at the red marks on your test paper, heart sinking. 42%. You knew Jungkook would be disappointed. He had warned you to study harder, promising rewards if you did well... and consequences if you didn’t.
That evening, the door to your shared apartment clicked shut. Jungkook stepped in, still in his black hoodie and sweats, his expression darkening the moment he saw the paper on the table.
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