✑ 2 bored songwriters | m.yg ✑

interlude: what's on the menu?

"It's time for lunch," I stretch out my arms. "What would you like to have?"

"Anything will do," Yoongi answers shortly, fully concentrating on his notes. "I don't mind."

"I do mind, I want our stamina to increase and make our brain sharper, so I need something scrumptious and hearty to please my picky self."

He puts his pen down and pulls out his phone from his trouser's pocket.

"What would you like to have?"

"Mexican."

"Mexican it is," he doesn't complain. We both love Mexican food. "Can you grab our manager's debit card for me?"

"Why his debit card?"

"Credit cards charge interest."

"No, I mean, why HIS card?" I clarify, trying to understand his logic.

"I don't know where I put mine." He blatantly lies.

"Genius," I knew just what he was trying to do. "I'll be right back."

"Alright."