“i’m tellin’ you it tastes good. now eat,” tony commands, taking a large bite of his hot dog while jimin stares down at his own with slight misgivings.

it’s not that it looks terrible, per se. but the thing looks artery clogging from the inside out, and he’s not sure if he wants to risk any potential food poisoning or indigestion. not while they’re in the middle of filming.

“it… i don’t…” jimin struggles to spit out a proper explanation as to why he should not be consuming boatloads of fats and calories, especially with a comeback just within the horizon. but the words get caught on the tip of his tongue, dangling there tauntingly as his cheeks balloon, and a pink flush slowly spreads.

“i said try it,” tony raises a brow, already halfway through his own hot dog.

jimin stares up at the white ceiling of the small square restaurant, sneakers scuffing against the reddish linoleum tiles as he swings them back and forth.

it smells pretty good.

jimin hesitates, pouting at the food in his hands piled high with ridiculous amounts of extraneous toppings, more than he’d ever seen in terms of banchan at any given home cooked meals.

somewhere behind him, jimin hears the door swing open and shut as more customers enter the building.

“man, ya’ll got no trust,” tony sets down his hot dog and leans back in his chair, a slight frown wrinkling between his brows. 

“sorry,” jimin offers a sheepish smile, hoping to convey that he truly is apologetic and that he didn’t mean to offend. with a loud huff of breath, jimin picks up the hot dog that fills out in his hands, gives one last final look of scrutiny, and takes a hearty sized bite out of one of the ends.

jimin isn’t even sure what he was afraid of in the first place.

his eyelids flutter shut as he slowly chews his food, an amazing combination of flavors and textures playing around in his mouth.

salty, juicy, crunchy, chewy.

“see i told you it was good,” tony’s voice echoes with something like triumph, but jimin isn’t finished basking in the glory of his wonderful hot dog yet. so he raises a finger to his lips, eyes still closed, slowly chewing on his mouthful until it all but melts away down his throat, the lingering aftertaste just as flavorful and delicious as the food itself.

“taste very delicious,” jimin finally opens his eyes, a happy grin spreading across his cheeks.

“man, i told you,” tony smiles back across the table, picking up his hot dog and resuming where he’d left off.

jimin takes a small sip of his soda, cleansing his palate and then going for another gourmet journey into the deliciousness that is his hot dog when said hot dog is swerved away from his open mouth.

“i wanna try,” taehyung leans in to take out a large chunk, both hands placed above jimin’s own wrapped around the hot dog.

“hey that’s mine! get your own!” jimin struggles to wrench his hands out of taehyung’s grasp, the hot dog quivering back and forth between them as taehyung takes another bite.

jimin finally yanks it out of taehyung’s grip, muttering vengefully under his breath about smothering his no good friend with dirty laundry while he sleeps.

“get your own,” jimin growls, guarding his hot dog close to his chest.

taeyung shrugs, skipping away towards the door to head outside where jimin spots a few of their other members are waiting in the back of the line.

“that any good?” a smooth voice asks from behind, and jimin snaps his attention over his shoulder with a shiny smile on his face.

“yoongi hyung! here, try some!”