the annoying, repetitive sound of the alarm clock was heard. jeongguk struggled to shut it off, but eventually he did. hair a mess, eyes with dark circles under them, he looked unhealthy. he didn't want to wake up, one because of what he was going through, and two,

the medical safety final was today. this would determine if he passed for failed. he looked for his phone, but couldn't find it. namjoon wasn't there either. he sighed before swinging his legs out of bed, glancing at the clock. he had an hour and a half. that gave him time for a proper breakfast and to get ready.

and so he did just that. he ate first, brushed his teeth, and got ready. he put on a white, short-sleeved shirt, a light colored jean jacket and light ripped jeans. he felt good about himself for once. he sighed, still unable to find his phone after looking, but he didn't need it. he put his shoes on, grabbed his bag, and left his dorm.

slowly but surely, he made his way to the medical building. today was the day. he was nervous, really nervous. like when you stand behind the block before a race during a swim competition nervous. his legs were shaking and goosebumps were appearing all over his body.

eventually, he did make it to the building and found the classroom. drawing blood- from fake people, of course. he wasn't prepared at all, not like he thought he was. he made his way to one of the stations, setting his bag down and sitting quietly. he noticed he was the only one in class at the moment, so he sat in silence, awaiting more people.

all he could focus on was the test and yoongi. he was worried he'd mess up, he'd do horribly. he hadn't gotten much practice in, thanks to him avoiding yoongi, and that was taking a toll. after minutes passed, students rolled in, and the professor came in too. they smiled at jeongguk, asking if he was confident.

jeongguk was sure he was as pale as snow. he gave a small nod, but he didn't feel confident. he fiddled with his fingers, his leg bouncing up and down. he wanted this to end. he jumped when his shoulder was tapped, and a phone was being offered to him. he looked up, finding yoongi standing there. that same cold face staring at him.

“you left this at the cafe yesterday.”

“o-oh! thank y-you...” jeongguk stuttered. he accepted the phone before turning away and setting his hands on his knees. he felt ready to pass out before the test even began. why couldn't he just leave? just not have this class? why did he have to have this phobia?

the bell rang, and the teacher shut the door. class was now in session. jeongguk held his hands tightly, sweat appearing on his palms. the professor smiled at them all, welcoming them all. he briefed them all about the final, and how they'd go one by one. great, all the attention would be on one person at a time.

they started after twenty minutes, first volunteers went. they seemed to have it easy. one of them was yoongi. jeongguk watched with tears threatening to flow through his eyes. yes, he may have had a small phobia, but dropping blood, any of that, triggered the anxiety.

yoongi seemed to successfully draw the blood. this was the first part of the final, though. they'd have to do a multiple choice and written response later. after yoongi went, nobody seemed to volunteer. the professor looked around with a smile before making eye contact with jeongguk. they smiled.

“how about you go, jeongguk?”