“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.

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