FRAT LINE|Year 2&3-KNJ✔️

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++THIRD++

"Mm. Mn mn." Malia shakes her head. She swallows the water in her mouth before speaking. "You did what?"

"Jumped off the roof into the pool."

"And they let you?" Malia looks to be in disbelief.

"Well, no. That's kind of the whole reason I got kicked out of the camp in the first place." Yoongi explains.

Sitting in the diner after the bot show, they're eating their food and talking about childhood experiences. It all started because Yoongi brought up how excited she must be to be officially back on the team.

To which she replied that she is very excited. She compared it to him being suspended off the robotics team and he said that'd never happen. The whole team would tank without him.

But he could compare it to being kicked out of summer camp and not being able to go the following year.

"I know your momma whooped your ass." Malia says.

"She did." Yoongi admits with a head nod. "I can't even remember how I got up there. I got my ass beat a couple times for doing dumb stuff. I can't even blame her though. If my kid did shit that I did, I'd probably spank them, too."

"You have a kid?" Malia asks suddenly, eyes wide in disbelief.

"What? No." Yoongi says as he laughs. "You think I'd be in college if I did? My God, Malia. You look terrified."

"I'm not. It was just shocking that you said it like that. I don't know." She defends, grabbing her straw and placing it in her mouth.

"I don't have any kids, if that needs to be clarified." He tells her. "None on the way or anything like that."

Malia sips her drink and stares at the table.

"Good." She says quietly.

"Good?" Yoongi teases. "Why 'good'?"

Malia looks up at him and he's smiling at her gently. His onyx eyes bore into hers and heat creeps up her neck. The second she feels it in her cheeks, she looks away.

"Nothing." She quickly says. "You haven't finished college yet. That'd be hard on you."

"Are you concerned for my health?"

"Well, I don't want anything bad to happen to you... or anybody, for that matter." She covers her own ass. "And plus, you helped me with my hypothermia and I helped you so we're even now."

"Doesn't count. I'm not sick."

"But I asked. The concern was there. It counts."

"Nope. No sickness, no count. You were literally hypothermic. And you were drunk. That's a double whammy."

"It happened in one night. That's the same occurrence."

"Two different forms of sick, I had to deal with. I'm not sick."

"You are." She tells him. "In the head, if you think we're counting that as two."

Yoongi laughs as his eyes widen in amusement.

"You are-. Check, please." He holds his hand up and Malia laughs as she pulls it back down.

"You can't leave me here. That's terrible etiquette and I haven't gotten my dessert yet."

Yoongi laughs and smiles with her. "Oh, I was just gonna get it on my way out the door and leave you with the bill."

She gasps dramatically as she tries not to laugh. "You are the worst." She throws her straw wrapper at him. "You're a terrible date."