Jeongguk was woken up by the loud ringing of his work phone at 4 AM. He groaned loudly in protest, because did V really have to wake him up like that? At this hour? Sure, this was supposed to be his original work hours when business was as usual, but he had jobs during the afternoon and evening yesterday, and so V should be a little bit considerate and let him rest. He wouldn’t be able to kick ass if he fell asleep mid-punch.
Still, he knew better than to ignore V when he called.
Begrudgingly, he rolled out of his bed and picked up his work phone - it was an old thing that was untraceable - and answered with a hoarse, “this better be fucking good, V.”
Isak rolls over in bed with a strangled sort of groan, eyes slit halfway and peering up at Even mournfully, “No.”
“Isak,” Even’s voice was patient, but firm. “Scoot over.”
Isak didn’t have much of a choice. Even unceremoniously dumped his backpack beside the bed and used his long legs and hard thighs to move Isak back to his side- leaving just enough space for Even to lay down.
“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad.”
Not that bad.
“You’re right. It was worse.”
Isak could practically hear Even rolling his eyes and asking God for the strength to deal with him. “It’s just one test-”
“Just one test in my best subject. That I failed. So so so badly, Even. Like embarrassingly bad.”
“Have you never failed a test before?”
“Of course I have, but not in biology.” Isak throws an arm up over his eyes, “I’m never going to hear the end of this from Sana. I’ll bet she didn’t fuck up her macromolecules.”
They were silent for a moment before Even sighs and tugs Isak’s arm away from his face, “Do you want me to blow you until you feel better?”
Isak blinks, “I mean- it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try would it?”