𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓

- ̗̀ 森 11

So that's how eight boys ended up in a small overly crowded sushi restaurant.

Yifan invited Yoongi.

Yoongi invited Namjoon and Jungkook.

Namjoon invited Hoseok.

Jungkook invited Taehyung.

Taehyung invited Jin.

Jin invited Jimin.

That's why Yifan's chewing angrily on the food as he watches Jimin and his friends sitting across from their table with a stupid grin on plastered on his face.

Yoongi shoves a piece of sushi into his mouth highly uncomfortable by the fact that he could feel Jimin's gaze on them.

"I came here to eat." Yifan grumbles after a full 20 minutes of silence, "Not to have a staring contest with this guy." He takes a sip of his green tea and Yoongi nods, "Why did they have to fucking follow us here. Do they have nothing better to do than stalk us? I mean they're not even eating anything. Why're they even here?" He continues as he moves his chopsticks around passionately.

"Maybe they want something." Yoongi says under his breath and Yifan catches it and scoffs, "Like what, Yoongi? What would they possibly want from us?" He snaps back his reply and Yoongi's head moves down towards the food.

Yifan hadn't called him by his name in a while.

He immediately regrets the tone he used and reaches over the table to pet Yoongi's head, "I'm sorry. I'm not pissed at you..." He pauses to look at Jimin and his little group right across from him, "I'm pissed at them."

Namjoon and Hoseok sat across from each other not really knowing what to do, but the younger boy turns his head back to see Jin not really eating anything at all or really anyone at that table besides Jungkook.

"Shortcake, I'm going to go to the bathroom." Yifan announces after the awkward silence and the boy nods as his friend gets up from his seat on the booth. That's when Yifan hears a distilling noise behind him, when he looks back he sees Jimin who also conveniently had to go to the bathroom the same second as Yifan.

"Uh, excuse me for a second." Namjoon whispers as he scoots out of the booth now too and heads towards the table of the male models, and Jungkook.

Namjoon stands by their table and clears his throat to get their attention, mainly Jin's, but when he does get it he smiles a little, "C-can I sit here?"

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"So why don't you guys eat?" Namjoon asks Jin with full of concern and the model merely shrugs at his question, "We're models Sweetpea, we need to maintain our figures. I can't be pigging out all the time. Even if I want too."

The younger boy takes a glance at Jin, "But you're already so fit? I don't u-understand? What's a few pieces of raw fish going to do to you?" He asks and Jin pokes at his own stomach, "I'll get bloated."

"I-I think you're perfect and if you or the people who tell you that can't see that you are, you're all clearly blind." Namjoon huffs and gets up from their table to head back to his own, leaving Jin at a loss for words which never happens.

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Jimin walks up beside Yifan who's washing his hands to start washing his own in hopes of starting a conversation.

"What do you want from me? I don't understand you at all." Yifan eyes Jimin through the mirror while the younger model stares back with a smile tugging at his lips, "I want you to teach me how to be like you."

Yifan nods his head listening, but a scowl still formed on his face before it turns into an annoyed smile, "So you're just going to stalk me and bother me just to get me to mentor you?"

Jimin frowns a bit and playfully pats Yifan's back, "Well, when you put it like that... it sounds extreme."

Yifan scoffs, "Well, that's exactly what you're doing." He mocks.

"Either way, we'll be working together for a week so..." Jimin says simply and Yifan's suddenly filled with questions. "What do you mean we'll be together? For what?" He asks and now Jimin's amused again.

"Oh, don't tell me you haven't seen it yet, Mr.Yifan." Jimin smirks, "It's online, the groups we're in for the trip starting next week."

"No way."

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"No buts, no cuts, no coconuts." The professor dismisses Yifan in his request to kick Jimin out of his group, but all he got was a stupid response.

Yifan opens his mouth to say something, but Yoongi enters the classroom happily and pulls his friend towards the back classroom and hugs him.

"Hey! Yifan! We're in the same group for the trip!" He chirps excitedly, "Isn't that great?"

"Shortcake, ah that's amazing!" Yifan plays along, "Have you seen who else is in our group?"

Yoongi shakes his head and his brow quirks up, "Why? Should I know?"

"Of course baby, I'm in your group."

a/n+
i'm kind of iffy about this chapter, so i might redo it in a few hours tbh. it's still sloppy.