Jimin walks out of the practice room ready to get some food when something catches his eye. He leans against the door frame of the cafeteria watching you, his lips curving. You have a tray in your hand with a heaping mound of rice. Your eyes move back and forth along the line of food.

"Can't decide what to get?" You jump startled by the sudden appearance of Jimin.

"Ahh... Jimin-shi," you bows politely.

"I've heard the cutlets are pretty good." He uses a pair of tongs to place two on your plate.

Trays full you make their way to a table with Jimin just by your side. "I've never seen you in the cafeteria before. Any special reason you're here today?"

"Well... I was hungry and then I saw you here. Seems like reason enough." He smiles at you.

You shift in your seat trying to compose your fluttering heart. Cutting a piece of fish cutlet you transfers it into your mouth. "Hmm.. this is good."

"You can have mine too."

"Oh no, no... it's.." He places his own serving on your plate ignoring all your protests.

"Thank you." You fights to push down the heat creeping up to your cheeks. Able to understand why Jimin makes you so nervous... and giddy with joy at the same time, you look down at the food on your tray.

"Hyung!" Jungkook throws himself into the seat next to Jimin. "I thought we were going to get some food. I don't remember the last time I ate here." He looks around the cafeteria, his nose scrunching up a bit.

"The food here is not bad, you should try it out."

"Well, the food here isn't exactly that good either." Jungkook remarks in a haughty tone.

You rolls your eyes but continue to eat in silence glad that he's not acknowledging your presence. You feel, with some surprise, how your body relax seeing Jungkook stand up to leave.

You try to concentrate on the food and not on the memory of what had happened earlier that morning. The sound of your steel cutlery coming in contact with the steel plate feels your ears until you notice Jimin staring at you.

"Are you staring at my chest?" You asks him, eyebrows flying up.

"Um... I.. Um.. NO!" Jimin manages to stutter. "I thought that t-shirt looked familiar." A little bit of colour creeps up to his cheeks.

You instinctively place a hand over the patterns on the t-shirt, hiding it from view. Jimin merely smiles but he can't understand why the thought of Jungkook popped into his head as he looked at the plain black t-shirt with the familiar lettering.

A few minutes later Jungkook returns to the table with a tray of his own. You raises an eyebrow taking in the quantity of food he's brought along with him. "You do realise that there are other people who eat here too right?"

"What can I do if the lady serving finds me attractive?" He doesn't look up. Picking up his own fork and knife he pauses "I'm too tired. Here cut this into bite size pieces for me."

Your grip on your fork grows painfully tight, knuckles turning white. He nudges the tray across the table to you. As you continue to glare at him he only quirks an eyebrow. Jimin shrugs apologetically. Finally, setting down your own chopsticks you do as you're told, stabbing the poor fish cutlet a little too aggressively.

"What next? You want me to feed you too?" You shove the tray to him.

"Oh don't get too excited." He says pulling the tray back to him. "Who's going to peels that egg for me?"

"Where did you get a boiled egg from?" Jimin asks. "It wasn't on the-"

"Those, my dear Hyung, are the privileges of being charming." He smiles proudly. Completely ignoring you as you don't bother covering up your grimace.

"No offence taken." Jimin says.

You pick up a spoon ready to crack the shell of the egg open.

"Woah! That's not how you crack a boiled egg." Jungkook exclaims. "Tap it on the side of your head."

"How stupid do you think I am?"

"It's immeasurable but that's beside the point." He then pretends to hold an egg and taps it against the side of his head, demonstrating the supposedly "right way" of cracking open a boiled egg.

As you take the egg to your hand something about it seems wrong but you do a great jobat masking your suspicion. "Ahh.. like that."

Without warning, you reach across the table and smack the egg hard against Jungkook's head. He squeezes his eyes shut at the sudden impact. The slimy liquid from within the raw egg slides down the side of his face at an excruciatingly slow speed.

Jimin purses his lips together so that the laughter bubbling inside him doesn't burst out.

"Well, that serves you right for nearly killing me this morning." You wipe the raw egg on your hand on Jungkook's shirt before walking away.

Face growing red and unable to hold it in anymore, Jimin bursts out laughing.