EATJIN! | KSJ & PJM

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Jungkook's sweaty hands attempted to steady the pot on the stove-top, as Seokjin snapped some uncooked strands of spaghetti into halves. At least, he intended to. Instead, they crumbled in his fingers like sand.

"You're breaking those pieces with some vigor," Jungkook said, switching hands and wiping them on his pants.

"Where'd you learn that word?" Seokjin asked, pulverizing another few pieces.

"English class. This girl kicked me awake, so I was forced to listen to the lecture."

"Vigor isn't something you're taught in senior year, Jungkook."

Jungkook response was a childish shrug. "Maybe focus on your spaghetti instead of my vocabulary."

"Big words," Seokjin mumbled. "You know about your extra shift, right? You're waiting today."

"Taking over for Jeong-gi," He salt and peppered the water, the flakes floating in the fluid, and looked at Seokjin. "I'm aware. 6:30, today. I've got it in my notes." Jungkook cranked up the heat, and let his hands fall to his side. "But you're not supervising me today. Are you going somewhere?"

"Airport," Seokjin seized the pot's handle, tilting it so it hung over the counter, so it wouldn't fall over. Jungkook watched him, wiping off his sweat, and his brow creased like the wilting organics in the green bin outside the restaurant.

"You never go to the airport."

"There's a first time for everything, Jungkook."

"Aren't you afraid of planes?"

Seokjin's fist curled around the hem of his apron, as he cleared the hitch in his throat, cutting Jungkook off. "A-hem!" He spluttered, causing Jungkook to jump. If Seokjin hadn't moved the pot handle earlier, Jungkook would have tipped the pot of boiling water, and created a patch of marred, fluid-filled, burn blisters on his skin. 

Jungkook ignored Seokjin's indirect plea for him to shut up. "Is Namjoon going somewhere?"

"Training's over!" 

"What?!"

"Time's up! Noodles are cooked, sauce is done, and here's a plate! You're done!"

Jungkook poked at the noodles. "They're stiff."

"Your butt's stiff!" Seokjin huffed. In five minutes, he'd ushered Jungkook out of the door, with a extremely confused look slapped onto his face, and packed up his kitchen. He slipped the porcelain white plates into the dishwasher, jabbed his thumb into the START button, flicked the lights off, then stepped towards the door.

The appliances of the kitchen gave him a low hum goodbye.

"Hey," Hoseok said, shaking Yoongi's shoulder. They were positioned across the street, on a cold bus bench not too far away from the closest restaurant. It was always busting at the seams, crammed with businessmen and women with jeweled accessories worth at least a couple cars. "Twelve o'clock. Jeon Jungkook."

Yoongi shook Hoseok's hand off, stepping forwards. The corner of Hoseok's mouth twitched. "Where'd he come from?"

"Kim-ui Segye," Hoseok said, pursing his lips. "Kim's World."

Jimin's house, while deteriorating in physical appearance inside, felt more alive with Park scratching up the floor as she ran. Though Jimin wasn't sure what might have gotten into her milk, he was glad that she at least had the energy to tear up his house. Park often left unexpected tufts of ginger-hazel fur around the house, usually floating around aimlessly, which made cleaning the house significantly harder.