(BTS FF) Ending Green

three☆.｡.:*dinner scene

Riya's POV

"Thanks for working on this with me, guys," I tell my friends as they crowd around the dance studio. "I know we had our ups and downs—"

"You had your downs," Hoseok cuts in. "None of us fainted. But, yes, everyone else had their ups."

"You almost died in traffic," I retort, only for him to fire back, "That was your fault."

 "That's beside the point. Anyway—" I clap my hands together. "Tomorrow is the fateful day when we perform for Seic. We've got our stage—"

"Our stage," Hoseok corrects.

"Hoseok!" My protest echoes throughout the practice room, and scattered laughter follows after it. Hands on my hips, I chide, "Let me have this."

"By all means—" He spreads his arms out. "Continue."

"I'm going to continue to think of ways to end your life," I retort.

He raises a brow. "Come again?"

"That's what she said," Taehyung adds mischievously.

"Guys," Jimin cuts into our banter. "Can we please get to the part where we go home?"

I stare at him. "You mean out for dinner, right? We have dinner reservations, remember?"

Jimin groans, angrily messing with his hair.

"Nuh-uh, Mr. Park," Yoongi says, ignoring the look I give him. "You agreed to this, and now you're stuck with no escape."

Jimin sighs. "That was last week before I realized how tired I would be."

"Listen," I chirp, hands on my hips.

They all snort.

I raise my eyebrows. "What?"

Jimin motions towards me, a smirk settling onto his features. "It's your superhero move."

I tilt my head. "My what?"

"Yeah." Taehyung stretches slightly. "You do it whenever you're about to pep talk us."

My cheeks turn red. "I do not."

"Yeah, you do, we know you well, let's continue." Jimin slings his backpack on. "Hurry up and pep talk us, princess. Some of us want to leave."

He barely misses the shoe I throw at him.

Laughter ringing through the air, I stand up tall with my fist high in the air. "We rehearsed all week, one day even for four hours—"

"Where you fainted," Hoseok says with a laugh.

I pull my other shoe off, aiming for him. Waving it around for leverage, I declare, "We danced. We practiced for hours. I'm pretty sure we can sit at a table and eat, Jimin." To the others, "Are we ready?"

Jimin sighs. "I suppose."

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"Yoongi," I begin.

He turns to me. "Hm?"

I point at Jimin. "He's hogging the ketchup."

"Excuse me—" Jimin squeezes the bottle harder, earning an indignant glare from me. "If I have to be here, I get to have all the ketchup I want."

"But that's not nice," I inform.

He hands me his knife. "Use this to end my life, please."

"Enough," Yoongi sighs, clinking his glass with a fork. "Stop bickering and enjoy the scenery."