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Stage 11

Chapter Twelve: Stage 11

2015

"WE WON!!!" yelled Tae jumping up and down with the whole maknae line. Suga was still admiring the trophy with a smile in his face. While you clapped for them in excitement.

You were so proud of them, it was their first win.

"This calls for a celebration." Jin yelled happily and everyone agreed as well. Bang pd-nim had told them that it was his treat so everyone couldn't be more happy. They had ordered the whole menu and you were pretty sure you saw Bang pd-nim nearly faint at the amount.

"Cheers!" They all yelled their jugs in hand and clanged them with each other. You cheered along with them as you drank your apple soda as well. You weren't worried about them getting drunk later because their managers were there with them, unless they get drunk too.

You silently sat in the corner of the table as you looked at everyone talking and eating with smiles on their faces.

You knew it was wrong but you couldn't help but think it was better if you didn't join, you could have drag them down, you being in the group could have cost them their trophy that they were all currently smiling about.

Wait what stop thinking that Y/N my god, stop drowning yourself in doubt.

You brushed away the thought and looked around, hoping that no one caught you spacing out. You smiled as you saw them too busy eating.

Jin was particularly inhaling the meat at this point. Kookie and Tae was playing the meat version of Chubby Bunny. Oh my god there's sauce all over their faces.

"Holy shitu that's disgusting." Hobi commented and threw a few pieces of napkins towards them.

Suga was STILL staring at the trophy and RM cleaning up the drink he accidentally knocked over on the floor.

At the other corner of the table sat Jimin, he was looking around the place too, not eating despite having his plate of meat right in front of him.

You gave him a questioning gaze, "Jimin? Aren't you eating?" You asked him as he heard your voice and turned his gaze towards you.

"Maybe later, I'm not hungry now." He looked at his plate and shrugged while pushing the plate away from him.

You frowned at him.

You knew that excuse.

That was your excuse.

You quietly stood up from your spot and walked over to Jimin. He saw you walking over towards him and gave you a questioning look as well.

"Y/N? What's wr-woah" You grabbed Jimin's arm out of the chair he was sitting on and dragged his cute little ass out of the restaurant.

And the author didn't want anyone to notice this obvious action.

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You took him to an area secure enough to not be seen by any paparazzi or any eavesdroppers to pass by. You let go of his arm and stood across from him with your arms crossed.

Jimin had let one of his hand scratch his hair in confusion, "Y/N?"

"Minnie-hyung no." You spoke to him with a harden frown and furrowed eyebrows.

"Eh?"

"Why aren't you eating Jimin-hyung?"

"I already told you, I'm not hung-"