THE BREAKFAST CLUB

08

it's later, and jungkook and hoseok have returned with the soft drinks. everybody has their lunches out now, and are eating earnestly.

jimin begins to take his out of a small shopping bag.

yoongi looks over. "what's in there?"

jimin doesn't look at him. "guess, where's your lunch?"

yoongi leans close, murmuring into jimin's ear. "you're wearing it..."

jimin makes a face as yoongi pulls away. "you're nauseating."

yoongi grabs a can and tosses it over to hoseok, who catches it without even looking up. he then watches jimin set up a sushi platter.

"what's that?"

"sushi..." says jimin.

yoongi scrunches up his face. "you won't accept a guys tongue in your mouth and you're gonna eat that?"

jimin sighs. "can i eat?"

yoongi shrugs. "i don't know, give it a try."

jungkook take a couple sandwiches out of his bag, a bag of potato chips, an apple, a banana, a bag of cookies and a carton of milk.

hoseok opens his drink and it fizzes over. he loudly slurps it up off the table and his fingers.

jungkook sees yoongi looking at him. "what's your problem?"

hoseok opens his sandwich and tosses the meat up. it lands on the sculpture above. he then opens some pixie stix and pours the sugar on the sandwich and then puts dry cereal on top of that. satisfied, he crushes the sandwich together and loudly eats it.

yoongi goes over and sits by namjoon, grabbing his bag lunch. "what're we having?"

"uh, it's your standard, regular lunch I guess..."

the black-haired boy reaches in the bag and pulls out a thermos. he sets it on the table and points at it. "milk?"

"kimchi stew."

yoongi goes in again and pulls out a juice box. namjoon reaches toward the bag and yoongi slaps his hand.

"that's apple juice..."

"i can read! pb & j with the crusts cut off...well namjoon, this is a very nutritous lunch, all the food groups are represented. did your mom marry mr. rogers?" he says, referencing the american children's show.

namjoon doesn't get the joke. "uh, no, mr. kim..."

yoongi nods. "ah."

jungkook and jimin smile at each other. yoongi stands. "here's my impression of life at joonie's house–" he pauses, then pitches his voice higher, while still sounding like a grown man. "son!" he changes to a little kid's voice: "yeah dad?" he continued like this, changing between characters. "how's your day, pal? great dad, how's yours? super, say son, how'd you like to go fishing this weekend? great dad, but I've got homework to do! that's alright son, you can do it on the boat! gee!! dear, isn't our son swell?" he adds in another character, making himself sound quiet and motherly. "yes dear, isn't life swell?"

yoongi then pretends to be mother kissing father and then father kissing mother, but then mines father hitting mother in the face, and suddenly it's not so funny anymore.

jungkook looks irritated. "alright, what about your family?"

"oh, mine?" yoongi asks innocently, pointing to himself. "that's real easy!" he stands again and points forward. again pitching his voice, but lower and booming. "stupid, worthless, no good, god damned, freeloading, son of a bitch, retarded, bigmouth, know it all, asshole, jerk!" he changes voices for his mother. "you forgot ugly, lazy and disrespectful."