Professor Kim’s voice cuts through the low chatter of Composition 301, sharp and final.

A cold knot tightens in my stomach. Of course.

Across the room, Nya’s shoulders slump as she reads the board. She turns, meets my eyes, and gives a tiny, defeated shake of her head. She’s paired with Min Yoongi.

Jungkook is already at his usual table by the window, head down, scribbling in a notebook. He hasn’t looked at the board. He hasn’t looked at anyone.