#culinary!au

Merde. You panic in your seat as the waitress delivers your drink and soup. You stare at your computer screen, deliberating on whether to open your grades for the semester. "What are you doing?" Jumping in your seat, you bang your knee against the table.

"Sorry, are you all right?" You nod and massage your knee. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"It's all right. I wasn't paying attention." You glance up at the offender, Jimin. You are in his baking and pastry class. You weren't friends with him, but everyone in your college knows each other.

"Are you sure? Let me get you some ice." Jimin offers, and before you can stop him, he's already at the café's counter. When he returns, he offers you ice in a plastic bag. You hold it against your knee and Jimin beams. "What were you working on, anyway?"

"I was checking my semester grades." You say, returning to your computer and glaring at it.

"Well, do you mind if I sit with you?" You nod and gesture to the seat next to you. Jimin peers over at your computer after he seats himself. "You got an A on your culinary exam and practical exam? That's awesome!"

"My pastry and baking scores aren't very high, though."

"They're average." Jimin pouts at you, and you ignore that.

"C is not good enough."

"I think you did fine, considering that pastries and baking is not your concentration."

"Thank you." You smile at Jimin, who smiles back kindly. A girl runs up to him, beaming. She reminds you of a ballerina.

"Jimin! Sorry you waited a while." She notices you and gives you a once-over. You suddenly feel self-conscious in your green pullover. "Who's this?"

"I am (Y/N). I am in Jimin's class." You smile at her, and she tilts her head at you.

"I'm Seoji, and I'm Jimin's girlfriend. Thanks for keeping him company, but we need to talk." She grabs his arm and steps closer to him defensively. You can get the hint.

"I am sorry for taking up your boyfriend's time. Enjoy your date, you two," you apologize, gathering up your laptop. After you stuff it into your bag, you head out.

"Wait-"

But you were already gone.

———

"You don't need any more help, right, Jungkook?" You are exasperated and tired. It's not like you have something against Jungkook, but you just want some ramen and coffee.

"I don't need help," Jungkook begins, and you brighten up, "but I want you to try this recipe my mom sent me." You sigh in resignation but agree. Jungkook beams and runs to his kitchen, returning a few minutes later with mac and cheese...and there's shrimp on top of it? You take a hesitant bite.

"It's delicious," you say as you wince, "but did you put hot sauce in it?"

Jungkook nods. "My mom always does that. I really like it. But you're wincing."

You swallow. "I don't like spicy food," you choke out. "Can I have some milk, please?" Jungkook nods, dashing into the kitchen and presenting you with some banana milk. "Thank you."

As you chug the milk, you hear the door open. "My roommate is back!" Jungkook grins. "He's good at cooking. Do you want to stay for dinner?"

Before you answer, you hear a familiar voice. "Oh, hello, (Y/N)! I didn't know you knew Jungkook." Jimin. You nod up at him with your mouth full of banana milk. Jimin chuckles. "I assume Jungkook got you to try another one of his mother's recipes?"

You agree. "Maybe leave out the hot sauce next time," you direct towards Jungkook.

Jungkook groans, putting his hands in his head. "This is why I'm doing management, not culinary services. I don't know how you two do it."

You shrug and chuckle. "Hey, (Y/N), didn't you say you're good at making coq au vin? Can you teach me, and we can have it for dinner tonight?" You're surprised at the request.

"I can, but I wouldn't want to intrude on your dinner."

"Don't be silly," Jungkook laughs. "I invited you to dinner."

You pause, and Jungkook gives you puppy eyes. Darn his cuteness. "Alright." Said boy grins and jumps up off the couch and runs into the kitchen.

"I have all the ingredients ready!" he yells from the other room. You share a look with Jimin.

"Did he buy all the ingredients for coq au vin before he even asked me?" Jimin nodded. "This kid is a pain."

"How do you think I feel every day?" Jimin mutters, and Jungkook scoffs.

"I can hear you two."

"Good!" Jimin yells back, and you continue sitting on the couch, amused. But not for long.

You can hear Jungkook mutter, "Where's the hot sauce," and you spring up.

Vaulting over the couch, you run into the kitchen and stop him. "Jungkook, if you dare put sriracha into the coq au vin, I will personally microwave your ankles." Jungkook laughs evilly, and Jimin watches from the door.

"Why don't you try putting grapes in it?" You and Jungkook look up at him from your position on Jungkook's back and pause for a long second. After that silence, you fake-vomit and Jungkook shudders.

"Ew. Fuck. No." Jungkook shudders, and you shake your head furiously.

"Absolutely not. Mon Dieu, pourquoi ça."

"Okay, I don't know what that means, but that seems to be an insult." Jimin glares at you.

"Like that's much better than Jungkook saying 'ew' and calling you a seal."

"What?" Both Jimin and Jungkook stare you, and you stare right back.

"Phoque. That's seal in French." You mime seals.

"No, that's a swear word," Jimin explains. You laugh.

"I know." You busy yourself looking at Jungkook's attempt at coq au vin, embarrassed at your attempted joke. "Jungkook, why are you mutilating the mushrooms?" Jungkook immediately stops laughing at you to defend himself from you.

———

The three of you enjoy dinner, which isn't bad for Jungkook's first attempt. There's no sriracha, so you don't have any banana milk near you. As jokes are flying around the air, knocking sounds on the door. Jimin stands to get it. When he opens the door, Seoji peers in. "What are you doing here?" You stare at her like a deer caught in headlights.

"Um, Jungkook is-" Jimin's girlfriend interrupts you before you can finish your sentence.

"Oh, he's your boyfriend. Sorry I was so cold to you at the café! Jimin gets a lot of girls trying to date him." she smiles, and you decide to forgive her. You kick Jungkook, and he looks at you. You glare at him until he gets the hint.

"Yes. I am the boyfriend of (Y/N)." You choke at his strange tone and kick him again. "Hello, darling seal." You are ready to commit some murder, and Jimin looks on bemused and amused at the same time.

"Okay, Casanova, call me that again, and you'll say goodbye to your ankles." Seoji laughs.

"You two are cute together." Jimin nods, smiling gently at you, and you look away quickly. Seoji turns to Jimin. "Right. Jimin, my power is out. Do you mind if I join you three for dinner?"

Jimin nods, and Seoji goes to the kitchen to fetch a plate. "You two are dating?" He whisper-yells at you, and you and Jungkook are about to explain. Unfortunately, Seojin walks back in with a plate.

"Ooh, this looks good. Who made it?" You and Jungkook point to each other.

"They did," Jimin says to reduce Seojin's confusion. "They helped each other."

"That's so cutesy!" The dinner resumes with an extra person.

"How did you two meet?" Seoji asks you and Jungkook.

"He was failing his culinary class," you tell the truth, and now it's Jungkook's turn to kick you. You ignore him. "I offered to help him. He sure needed it. I thought he was cute and asked him out."

Jungkook groans. "Don't lie. You thought I was a pain in the ass, but I won a bet, and you and I started dating."

"What bet?" It was Jimin asking the question this time.

"If I get an A on my culinary exam, then (Y/N) would have to go on a date with me." Seoji giggles.

"Aw, that's, like, the perfect way to start dating. How long have you dated?"

"Two months."

"Three months." You and Jungkook stare at each other for a second. "Well, I think we started dating when she started helping me with homework, and (Y/N) disagrees." Jungkook manages to save your asses.

Seoji smiles warmly, and the dinner of lies goes on. After it ends, all four of you are seated on the couch. Seoji is squished up to Jimin, who looks very slightly uncomfortable.

"You two don't have to be embarrassed about sitting closer to each other." You and Jungkook jump at Seoji's words.

You and Jungkook scooch closer to each other. Seoji raises an eyebrow, and you want to avoid getting caught in the lie. Jungkook tentatively places an arm around you, and you smile at him while your eyes scream at him. "It's getting a little late," You say after about 30 minutes of Seoji initiating small talk. "I should probably head out."

"I'll walk you to your dorm." Jungkook stands quickly, and you nod.

"Thanks."

———

"So, why did you need me to be your fake boyfriend?" The question does not surprise you.

"Yes, about that. Thank you, by the way, for going along with my plan." Jungkook nods but waits for you to continue. "I met Seoji earlier at a cafe, and it appeared she didn't like me. Probably because I was with Jimin. I didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable."

Jungkook smiles. "I see why that's a problem. How long do you think I'll have to be your-" he air quotes the last word "-boyfriend?"

You shrug. "It does not matter. You can break up with me at this moment if you want." Jungkook laughs, but it sounds a little like a scoff.

"Yeah, that's believable. Let's make it a week."

You shrug again. Jungkook confuses you. "Okay."

"Plus, I'd feel bad for you having a boyfriend for forty-five minutes." You punch him in the arm.

"I'm not that hopeless. Let's talk about how you've never had a girlfriend instead."

Jungkook glares at you playfully. "That's not true. I've had one."

"Yeah, sure. Who?" You nudge him.

"You."

"You fool, that doesn't count!" You laugh loudly. "Fake girlfriends aren't real."

"In that case, you haven't had one either!" You fall silent, and Jungkook senses some awkwardness. "I mean, I wouldn't know."

"No, it's okay. I don't talk about it. My first and last boyfriend cheated on me. What a surprise." You laughed bitterly, and Jungkook's eyes soften. "Oh well. It's not my loss."

"It really isn't. Jean Jaques Cousteau is really missing out."

"Contrary to popular belief, the eighty-seven-year-old dead man was not my first boyfriend." Jungkook snorted at your deadpan retort. "Anyways, this is my stop."

Jungkook looks up. "Oh." He pauses. "Well, let me know if you need anything, fake girlfriend."

"Okay, fake boyfriend." You head up, and Jungkook watches you leave.

"Fake boyfriend." He leaves after muttering your last words of the night to him.

———

In the morning, you go through your daily routine. Wake up, sit in bed for twenty minutes, get out of bed, make breakfast, eat breakfast, brush your teeth, and change. At least, you would've changed if Seoji didn't knock on your door. "Hi! Jungkook gave me your address." You're not surprised at that.

"Hello, Seoji. How can I help you?" Seoji scoffs, but not meanly.

"You talk so formally! Come on, we're friends, right?"

You pause at that, but let her in. "I have to change. Do you mind sitting on the couch?"

"Actually-" Seoji stands "-that's what I'm here for. I planned a double date with you, Jungkook, me, and Jimin. I'll help you choose an outfit." You pause.

"Um, I have an appointment." Not a lie, but your appointment is tomorrow, not today.

Seoji glances at your calendar. "You mean the dentist visit tomorrow?" You falter, and Seoji giggles. "Oh, don't worry. It'll be fun! Now, where's your room?" She grabs you by the arm and pulls you down the hallway.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're very bold?"

"Oh, at least twice a day." You resign yourself to your fate. If that many people tell Seoji about her brashness and she hasn't changed, you stand no chance.

"Lead the way." At your words, Seoji grins and somehow drags you into your room with even more force than usual.

"Wow, your room is so neat!" You look around at your laundry on the foot of your bed. You notice the hangers on the dresser drawer handles.

"It is? That's a surprise," you remark. "I think the last time I cleaned up was a couple months ago."

Seoji laughs but doesn't comment. Instead, she just opens your closet and starts rifling through your clothes. "Why do you have three copies of the same sweatshirt?"

"We don't talk about that." Seoji giggles and tosses you the sundress from your cousin's wedding.

"Here. Put that on, and we'll go."

"It's winter. I am not wearing this without at least leggings and a coat."

Seoji sighs. "Fine." She consents.

"I'll take it." You pull on a tan coat and some black leggings. "Let's go."

"Not without some makeup."

"Absolutely not."

———

Seoji drives you to the meeting spot, but not without blasting some of her favorite songs. You swear you're never listening to Night5 again after hearing them for ten times in a row. While Bitter Order is ending, you arrive at your destination. A smoothie place. The exact smoothie place you met Jungkook in. "What."

"I thought it would be cute since that's where you and Jungkook met! He told me that's where you started your tutoring sessions." Smart kid. "Did you know Jimin and I also met here?"

"I did not. I assume this place is popular?" Seoji nods emphatically.

"Yep. This is the hot spot for our university." You 'ahh' in understanding. "I go here all the time with Jimin."

"I've been here a couple of times because of Jungkook, as you know." A lie. You've been there once, and that was when you were looking at your semester grades. And by that, you've been there once, when you first met Seoji.

"Oh, yeah." Seoji nods. "Well, let's head in then." She climbs out of the car, and you follow suit. As you two walk into the building, Jungkook leaps up and runs over.

"(Y/N), Jimin's bullying me!" Jungkook whines, and you giggle.

"What did he do know, Kookie?" Jungkook huffed at the nickname but continued with his story.

"He keeps saying that I'm a baby compared to him since he's dated for longer than I have."

"Tell him that he has a babyface, so it evens out." Jungkook pouts.

"I can't do that, he'll tell my mother."

"Fine, I will." You walk over to Jimin. "Hello, Jimin."

"Hello, (Y/N)." Jimin smiles up at you from his seat. "Here to belittle me for making fun of your boyfriend?"

"I'm just here to ask why you're teasing him. He's not the one with a babyface." Jimin scoffs, mock offended.

"How dare you. My face is the talk of the town," Jimin jokes.

"Oh, sure. It's the talk of the town that you look like you're ten." Jimin can't take it anymore and bursts out laughing. His laughter is contagious, and soon you are giggling.

"Oh, I see Seolji! Here, take my seat. I'll get Jungkook to come over and sit with you. I recommend the açai mango smoothie bowl; it's amazing." You chuckle at his excitement, and he rushes off as soon as you sit. True to his word, Jungkook comes over.

"Jimin and Seolji are going to have some grown-up adult conversation, and it's boring."

"Jungkook, you do realize you're twenty-two, right? That qualifies you as an adult." Jungkook shrugs.

"Yeah, but I'm enjoying my youth. Jimin acts like he's fifty, sometimes." Jungkook smiles at you. "I ordered the pitaya smoothie bowl. What did you get?"

"I didn't order yet," you say, "and I don't do smoothies. I might get some tea."

"But smoothie bowls are great! You can try some of mine when it comes." Jungkook pauses to take a breath. "I don't think I asked yet, so how did your semester go?"

"Oh." You quiet down. "It was okay. I didn't do well in pastries and baking. Guess I'm not going home this summer," you say lightly. You draw out the 's' in 'guess,' and the server gives Jungkook his smoothie bowl. "Why does that look like the pink face scrub my mother uses?"

Jungkook rolls his eyes and flicks you in the forehead. "It's a smoothie. Let Berry Cute exist in peace."

"Oh, ew, it's called Berry Cute?" You cringe, and Jungkook scoffs playfully.

"Don't make fun of the pun. Hey, that rhymed! I should be a poet." Jungkook sits back in his booth, happy with his self-proclaimed poetry skills.

"Okay, Hemingway." You rise from your seat, and Jungkook looks up in alarm.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm going to order something." Jungkook relaxes, and you head over to the counter. As you wait in line, you can hear Seolji and Jimin talking.

"What do you mean?" "You are so stupid." "Why are you going to do this?" "I don't like this." "Neither do I." You don't know who's speaking, but you have to order now. You turn your attention from that to the menu.

"Hi, can I get the açai mango smoothie bowl?" The cashier nods.

"Anything else?"

"A cup of water, please."

"Of course. That will be nine dollars." You reach into your back pocket. Before you can grab your money, Jimin is by your side.

"This one's on me," Jimin mumbles, and you turn to look at him in surprise. "Don't give me that look. Seoji had to go home. I felt bad because she dragged you out here and didn't even stick around."

You sighed, but Jimin already took the receipt from the cashier, so you let it pass. "Why did Seoji go home?"

Jimin ignores your question, takes the table marker the server hands to him, and heads to the table Jungkook is sitting at. "Seoji went home because we broke up." You and Jungkook stare at him, wide-eyed, and Jimin winces. "You don't have to look at me like that."

"But you two were together for three years!" Jungkook yelped, and some of the patrons threw him dirty looks because of his volume. Jimin rubs his eyes with his hands.

"Yes, I am aware, Jungkook, thank you." Jungkook quiets, and you shoot him a small smile.

"Why'd you break up?" Jungkook didn't learn from his previous question, and you lightly kick his shin. He shoots you a look, but Jimin answers his question.

"Seoji and I had conflicting opinions and goals, and so we thought it would be best if we weren't in a relationship together anymore." Jungkook looks crestfallen.

"Well." You look at Jungkook, silently telling him that you're going to tell Jimin of the lie. "Jimin-"

"You two are lucky to have each other. Don't forget it." Jimin stands and leaves before you and Jungkook can explain to him. The two of you share a look.

"When should we tell him?" Jungkook breaks the silence first, and you sigh.

"I would hate to tell him that we were just pretending. Let's fake breakup during finals. That's two and a half months away." The two of you agree on that, and part ways. Ten weeks isn't a lot of time, and usually not much happens then. But life has a way of making you hate it.

———

You want to slam your head into a bookshelf. You know you brought it upon yourself when you volunteered at your local library. But. If you get any more questions on where the young adult section is when you're standing next to a big old sign that says 'young adult section,' you might die. "Hello!" As soon as you hear someone speak, you plaster on a fake smile.

"Hi! Yes, the young adult section is straight through here." You see who it is. Jimin. "Oh, hi."

Jimin chuckles. "I was just stopping in to return a book when I saw you. You work here?"

"No, I volunteer." You turn and see another volunteer glaring at you. "Go return your book. I have to get back to work." Jimin turns to leave, but not before saying something mysterious and leaving you confused.

"Jungkook is looking for you."

What.

You mull over those words as you continue working, and even after your shift ends. In fact, you are currently at a table in the library, pretending to read, as you think about what Jungkook would want from you. Well, if you just sit around, you won't find out anything.

You stand from your seat and turn around hurridly. Standing right in front of you is Jungkook, and you sit down again. "Hi," you murmur.

"Hi." Jungkook looks nervous. "I need to ask you something."

"Shoot."

"Let's say, hypothetically" You don't like where this is going and sit back nervously. "my friend's girlfriend was a cheating bit-"

"Language." You cut him off, and Jungkook glares at you before continuing.

"As I was saying. My friend's girlfriend cheated on him, and now he's heartbroken. I want him to get with one of my other friends, but that friend is dating someone else. How would I do that?"

"What is this, some soap opera?" Jungkook socks you in the arm lightly and glares at you. "Okay, okay. Well, for starters, is the friend who's dating someone else's relationship toxic?"

"It's fake, that's for sure." You sigh.

"That's going to be the hardest part, I feel. But Jungkook, you also have to take into account everyone else's feelings. Your friends might not appreciate you making them break up with each other or trying to get them with someone so soon." Jungkook slumps in his chair.

"Alright. Thanks for your help." You smile at him.

"That's alright. Now, get out. I have a class soon."

"What class?"

"It's some health and safety regulations class. I don't like the professor, Mr. Han."

"Oh, Jimin's in that class too."

"Nice." You have nothing more to say, and leave Jungkook in the library, looking for a book.

———

"Remember, cross-contamination should be avoided at all costs. If there is any cross-contamination in the kitchen, you must remake the meal." The professor keeps staring in your direction, and you busy yourself in the textbook. Jimin looks at you worriedly. Somehow, he had managed to snatch the seat next to you.

"Are you alright?" You nod up at him.

"Yeah, I just hate this class because the professor knows my parents."

"Ah, so you're scared he might snitch on your grades to your parents." Jimin is joking, but he struck a small nerve.

"Something like that." You give a vague answer.

Jimin returns to his textbook, and you continue hiding behind yours. When the class ends, the teacher begins heading up towards you, and you dashi run run run right out there real fast. Jimin follows, confused. "What was that about?"

"The professor was approaching me, and I didn't feel like sitting through one of his monologues." You roll your eyes. "If I have to hear him talk about how my parents were amazing at food safety, I might have to cut my ears off."

"But what if he was going to ask you about an assignment?"

You level your eyes at Jimin. "Then he can just email me about it. Don't see why that needs a face to face meeting."

Jimin runs his hand through his hair. "You're incorrigible." You smile proudly, and Jimin laughs. "That's not something to be proud of."

"What do you mean? Of course it is." You nudge him with your elbow jokingly, and Jimin smiles.

"You know, Jungkook keeps trying to cook cauliflower pastries in the microwave. I love cauliflower a lot, but this is really out of hand."

"What." You are utterly befuddled. "The kid's trying to cook a freaking pâtisserie de chou-fleur? In the microwave? This man's delusional."

"A pastry de what now?"

You laugh at him. "Pâtisserie de chou-fleur is french for cauliflower pastry," you explain kindly.

"Chou-fleur is a cute word." You nod absentmindedly.

"Sure, it is. Jimin, my mom's coming to visit soon, so I have to get back to my dorm."

Jimin nods and leaves. You begin the trek home, passing by your favorite ice-cream stall and the library you work at. You can see Jungkook in there, reading what seems to be a cookbook. You hope he's not planning another out of this world recipe. (He probably is.)

As you climb the stairs, you feel sick to your stomach. You're not ready to see your mother again, after however many years of not interacting. You approach the door and unlock it after a minute of trying to find your keys and swing the door open. Inside is your mother, staring down at you with piercing eyes. "Mother! I didn't expect you until later!" Your mother tsks.

"Well, I'm here now. Why haven't you been answering my calls?"

"I've been busy with college," you excuse, "but I've been meaning to call you."

"Yeah, sure." Your mother doesn't believe you. "Anyways, I went looking in your cabinets to see if you're eating healthy. What is this?" She gestures to your squirrel plate that she presumedly placed on the table.

"Ah, that. I saw it at a flea market and thought it'd be a kick." You play with your fingers, and your mother raises an eyebrow.

"We don't do flea markets." Thankfully, she drops the topic. Unfortunately, she moves on to a different subject. "I was talking to Mr. Han." You stiffen.

"Of course you were."

"Don't give me that lip, young lady." You resist the urge to roll your eyes, and your mother continues. "He told me that you're not really paying attention in his class."

"That's absolute connerie." Your mother gives you a sharp look, but you refuse to back down. "I've gotten straight-A's in that course." Your mother scoffs.

"That's not good enough. I also talked to Mr. Bang, and he says in your pastry courses, you got a C plus in the practical exam." Your mother taps her foot. "That is disappointing." Your mouth drops open in shock.

"You don't even like pastries," you accuse, and your mother narrows her eyes.

"I may not like pastries, but a C is unacceptable. Not for any child of mine. If you continue this kind of performance in school, you are getting pulled out immediately."

"A C is average! Every other time I've gotten A's. What's so bad about one measly C? I didn't even go to the college I wanted, I went here because you told me to! And a C is unacceptable?" Your mother slaps her hand on the table, and the squirrel dish rattles a little.

"I don't like your tone."

"I don't like your ideas on schooling." Your mother scoffs, but you turn on your heel. "I'm going out, and I think you should probably leave as well." Your mother squawks as she follows you out the door.

"I'm not finished (Y/N)!" You spin and glare at her.

"Mother, I've done everything you ever asked. I've never said no to your demands. I went to a culinary school, and I do my absolute best at culinary school. And you come here and have the audacity to tell me that I can never get a C in my life? And if I do, you're going to pull me out just like that? That is beyond unreasonable."

You storm off, and your mother watches your retreating form. You find yourself at the dorm of Jimin and Jungkook.

"Oh, sorry, Jungkook's not back from the library yet," Jimin says to you, and you sigh. "You can come in to wait if you want."

"Thanks," you say, and Jimin steps aside to let you in. "Hey, do you know of any cheap apartments?" You look at Jimin, and he pauses.

"Why do you ask?"

"Just wondering." You lie, and Jimin nods.

"I get it. Sometimes I over plan too. But you know, relaxation is healthy. I always just bake when I am stressed."

"Sounds like...fun?" You don't know how to respond to that. "I'm glad it helps you out."

"Want to try?" The offer startles you. You look up at Jimin, confused.

"Right now? You want me to make cookies?" Jimin laughs.

"Maybe not cookies, but if you want, you can use the kitchen." You perk up.

"You wouldn't mind?"

"No, just as long as I can eat the food too." You smack his shoulder, laughing.

"Agreed." You and Jimin head to the kitchen. You're unsure how this will pan out, but you're kind of excited. You don't even know why you're so happy. Something about Jimin just makes you smile. Maybe it's his endless energy, but you can't seem to stop smiling when he's around.

Before you can think much more, Jimin has pulled out sixteen different types of pots. "What are you planning to make?" he asks, a big smile on his face.

"I don't know. Cauliflower bread?" Jimin oohs.

"We have cauliflower!" Before you can do anything else, Jimin pulls out some cauliflower. "What next?"

You smile at his puppy-like enthusiasm and begin preparing to cook. Jimin was enthusiastic about everything as you teach him how to bake cauliflower bread. To be completely honest, you don't even like cauliflower. But for some reason, your heart loves it.

Time flies when you cook. As you put the loaf pan into the oven, the door swings open. "There's Jungkook," Jimin says. But instead of Jimin, it is Seoji who steps through the kitchen doorframe.

"What are you doing here?" She questions you strictly, and you have a feeling she's interrogating you.

"I'm make bread." You reply cautiously, and Seoji glares.

"Then were's Jungkook? He's supposed to be here with you, not Jimin." Your mouth drops open in shock at her forwardness.

"Jungkook is studying at the library, and last I checked, ex-girlfriends don't have the right to complain."

"I'll tell Jungkook you're cheating on him." The threat means nothing to you.

"You go ahead and do that. Who's Jungkook going to believe? His best friend's ex or his girlfriend?" Seoji shuts her mouth. "I thought so."

"Why are you here, anyway?" Jimin breaks in.

"I wanted to apologize to you and get back together." You hold back a scoff. It's been a week since they broke up, and Seoji is back already.

"That's not going to happen." To your surprise, Jimin shoots her down immediately. "Nothing can fix that, Seoji."

"Jimin, it was a one-time thing!"

"That's not what you said when we broke up," Jimin snaps, and you start to put two and two together.

Jungkook said that two of his friends broke up because of cheating. Was that couple Jimin and Seoji? Then who was the friend Jungkook wants Jimin to fall for? You don't know that many of his friends, only you and Jimin. Oh, and that guy who sits next to you and Jungkook in culinary services. What's his name again? Taeyong? Taehyun? You turn your attention back to the argument. It's still going strong. "I'll leave," you say, and everyone else's head snaps back to you. Seoji grins triumphantly, but Jimin reacts differently.

"No, you can stay. Seoji can leave." Seoji huffs but makes no move to leave.

"Sorry, but I can't. I don't really want to sit through this argument." You start to grab your things. "Pull the bread out of the oven after about forty or forty-five minutes." Jimin grabs your wrist, and you look up in shock. Seoji makes a disgusted face.

"No, no, please stay." It appears that was the last straw for Seoji, and she storms out of the dorm. You and Jimin watch her go, and someone else walks in. There's Jungkook, finally.

"Care to explain what's happening?" You yank your wrist away from Jimin, who seems slightly hurt.