"Of course, I failed too," Minho deadpans, slamming the damned piece of paper against the table, right where Changbin was sitting. He sighs.

"We didn't study, what makes you think we'll pass?" Changbin states as if the reason is too obvious to start any type of discussion, but he already predicted Minho's reaction.

"I don't need to study to be good, I am good. Its just that the test was too hard!"

"Yeah yeah, says the one who failed."

"Like you did any better on your exam," Minho provokes. Swiftly grabbing the shorter boy's exam paper away from his hold, comparing their answers.

"Well, I'm not gonna make a huge fuss about it, its just a small quiz; nothing too major." Changbin leans back in his chair, putting both of his arms behind his head. Unbothered.

Minho continues to inspect both of their papers. Going through each question to see if either of them got the hard questions spot on.

"How'd you get question 6 right? You used the wrong formula." He eagerly waves the paper in front of the seated latter, trying to get his attention.

"Wrong my ass, why'd the teacher mark it correct then?"

"Because she's stupid."