~Seokjin~

To be honest, I don't know where all the confidence came from. I'm actually proud of myself for not pissing all over myself when I talked to Yoongi. Though I can't stop my knees from shaking. Oh well, at least I got the spoon that he used yesterday. You can call me a creep, a stalker, or other horrible names. I'll do anything, I repeat anything, for the love of my life. 

"Yo, Jungkook, your cousin needs serious help, dude. Look, he's crying over a spoon" I turned to look at Namjoon a.k.a rotten dog food sandwich. "Whatever." I said then put the sacred spoon that Yoongi used in a holy box then hid it in my bag. I crossed my arms over my chest and what I saw next made my eyes sparkle. "Idiots, look! It's Yoongi! But the dog isn't around him anymore!" I half-yelled at the toenails and they immediately sat up straight. Yoongi is lining at the counter and picking his food.

"He'll reach for an apple,"

Jimin started and he was right.

"But he'll pick a pear instead."

Taehyung continued and Yoongi did pick a pear.

"Then he'll choose spaghetti"

Hoseok said and he predicted it right.

"And he'll grab a box of strawberry juice."

Jungkook stated and you already know what happened.

"Then he'll head for his usual chair."

Namjoon said.

"But he'll stop because he'll take a slice of chocolate strawberry cake. And after that, he'll go for his chair near the fire extinguisher."

I ended. We can memorize Yoongi's every move. From his class schedule to picking his lunch. Oh well, you can't control us and we can't control these overflowing hormones.

"Awww. I think my baby's sad. He doesn't have anyone to sit with." Hoseok said, almost pouting. "That's an opportunity" Jimin stood up and was about to head for Yoongi's table when I pulled his ear. "No, stupid. You'll look like a peasant if you go there. Can you see your face right now? You look so desperate." Jimin slapped my hand away from his ear. "I am desperate." I glared at him. "Sit with him at your own risk. Just remember that I warned you. Don't come crying to me if someone comes to you and calls you a servant."

"Wait. Where's Namjoon?" Taehyung said and I turned my head to where Namjoon sits, or should I say, used to sit on a while ago. That little er. Where did he go?

Thanks to his vanilla-flavored hair, I immediately spotted him in the not-so thick crowd of filthy students. Mother of potato peelings. He's sitting with, actually beside, Yoongi right now and, what the , they're laughing. I'm just stopping myself from walking over there and say something unholy. I grabbed my phone in my pocket then immediately typed Namjoon's number.

To: spoiled dog .

'don't ever think of coming back at our table again. Or else I'll chop your to tiny pieces.'

I furiously pressed send and waited for him to look at his phone. And not long enough, I saw him look down at his phone. His smile slowly faltered then he looked at me. I brought my middle finger on my neck and drew a line, mouthing 'I'll slit your throat'. I put down my hand when Yoongi turned his head to my direction and waved at him with a smile. He waved and smiled back. Oh yes, babe, you're so freaking beautiful with that smile on.

They kept talking and talking for what seemed to be more than forty minutes. The five of us left at the table couldn't even eat our lunch. Ugh. I swear to God, Kim Namjoon, I'll kill you. The bell finally rang, signaling that lunch break officially ended. They both stood up then bowed at each other before Yoongi finally left him alone. Students slowly went out the cafeteria one by one. Namjoon turned to us and I can definitely smell his fear. "Get ready. This brat needs to learn a lesson." I said then I saw Jungkook brought out his swiss knife. "I taught you well, cousin." I said and I can totally feel that we look like siblings that are planning for some murder. The other three have their spoons and forks. Namjoon wasn't even two meters near us when Jimin swiftly snatched Jungkook's swiss knife and ran towards Namjoon. Good thing we were the only ones here to hear Jimin's excessive screaming of, "TASTE THE WRATH OF THE PARK JIMIN, !" 

Namjoon didn't really do any effort to stop Jimin. He just stretched his hand and palm on Jimin's forehead. While the midget was trying so hard to reach him with the knife in his hand. "Let go of me and I'll end your life, you heartless mother er! It was my chance with him! Let me go, parasitic duck!" He screamed and began clawing at Namjoon's arms. Unfortunately, dog wore a leather jacket. Jungkook grabbed Jimin's collar at his back then pulled him. "Enough of that," he said then pushed Jimin on a nearby chair and took his swiss knife from him,

"I'll take it from here."

Oh my gosh. It's been a decade. 

I'm so so sorry for not updating for so long. I was supposed to update on Yoongi's birthday but I wasn't able to because of some problems. This story is becoming more and more uninteresting. I'm really sorry. The errors are becoming worse. 

THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING THIS. Sorry for making you wait for so long. I really love you all. I promise that I'll update soon, though it may take some time. I'll end this soon because I want to write another story. I really really really love you all. Your comments are the things that keeps me alive. So please comment~<3