“baby,” jimin calls from across the table, staring down with rapt attention at his half eaten sandwich as if contemplating the deepest, most existential life questions in the world.

“mm, yeah,” yoongi murmurs, attention still focused on the composition he was supposed to have finished last night. but thanks to a certain boyfriend, he’d been thoroughly distracted from that task.

“what do you think came first? the egg? or the egg salad sandwich?”

“baby, please,” yoongi glances up briefly from his notebook to shoot jimin a pleading look. “not right now. this project is worth forty percent of my grade, and it’s due next period.”

only thirty-five more minutes left.

“i was just wondering,” jimin shrugs, pouting as he takes another bite out of his sandwich. “cause people gotta eat to make sandwiches, but what are they gonna eat if the eggs aren’t there to begin with?”

“baby,” yoongi sighs, placing down his pen. “what?”

“nothing,” jimin shrugs again, propping up his bare feet on top of yoongi’s lap under the table. “i’ll leave you alone.”

“thanks,” yoongi replies, shooting his boyfriend a brief smile before returning his attention back to his assignment.

closing his eyes, yoongi tries to take inspiration from the world around, feel the breeze blowing against his skin, relish in the sun beating down on his face, become one with nature to at least produce some kind of bullshit he can turn in to his professor, and call it a work well done.

“baby,” jimin’s voice once again shatters through yoongi’s flow of musical genius thought processes. and no matter how much he loves him, yoongi is just a little more than frustrated.

“what,” the agitated music major slams down his pen, lips pressed thin as he shoots jimin a pained look. “what do you want?”

yoongi feels immediately guilty about his little outburst.

jimin looks like a wounded puppy.

passing students are beginning to stare.

mind your own goddamn business.

“i’m sorry,” jimin replies in a low voice, glancing down at his remaining quarter of a sandwich as he pulls his feet back out of yoongi’s lap. “never mind.”

yoongi breathes heavily through his nose, carding his fingers through his hair in mild frustration.

jimin’s lower lip is trembling.

yoongi wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole.

jimin looks so sad.

“look, i’m sorry,” yoongi sighs, leaning over the wooden table to pull up the flannel that’s sliding down his boyfriend’s shoulder, revealing just a bit too much skin, in yoongi’s opinion. “i didn’t mean to yell.”

jimin’s frown deepens even further, chin tucked into his chest as if trying not to cry.

“baby, look at me,” yoongi requests, but jimin refuses, lower lip jutting out even further.

“please?” yoongi tries again in a softer voice.

jimin’s eyes briefly flicker up, blinking rapidly before shooting back down.

yoongi sighs again. he seems to be doing a lot of that lately.

“baby.”

“i’m bothering you,” jimin wrinkles his nose, still pouting.

“you’re not bothering me,” yoongi reaches over again, fingers gently curving beneath his sulking boyfriend’s chin to meet his gaze. “i’m just under a lot of stress right now. and i’m sorry i shouted at you. i didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

jimin huffs, eyes still skittering left and right and anywhere else that’s not yoongi’s face, but he doesn’t pull away.

taking that as a good sign, yoongi leans further over the table, pressing their lips together gently, palm sliding over to cup the back of jimin’s neck.

jimin immediately melts into the kiss, tilting his head to the side to fit their lips better together.

it’s a short, sweet kiss, but jimin is completely mollified nonetheless by the time yoongi pulls away.

“so, forgiven?” yoongi smiles. and jimin’s answering grin is so dazzling, yoongi wonders if he won’t go blind from how bright it is.

“now finish your thing,” jimin waves a hand, once again picking up his discarded sandwich to resume his thorough examination of his lunch food. “there’s less than twenty minutes before next class.”

yoongi shakes his head, still and always bewildered by this beautiful, albeit strange, creature’s mere existence, and how he’d even managed to bag that one in the first place.

right, project. twenty minutes. let’s go!

“hey baby? really though, which do you think came first?”