cafeteria 。

@ΝΓΤ ⁴ ten。 ah, that explains it.
nods before walking towards the burger stand and grabbing a plate, soon looking over my shoulder at you with a smile.
yes, stuff your face. i'm gonna pig out too --
continues to fill my plate with other foods like a burger, a couple slices of pizza and some pasta, soon finding my way back to you

@ΝΓΤ ⁴ hoseok。 i have a short attention span, i admit. settling down on something isn't something i'm used to.
drops my jaw open when you swipe for me and i look to you
are you sure...?
asks, hesitant before i glance around the room full of several different stands.
well it, i guess. i'm going to stuff my face.

@ΝΓΤ ⁴ ten。 grins and releases a small laugh as you tug me along with you, my hand moving to grip at your bicep as i'm dragged behind you
funny thing is though, i'm not trying. so - you're getting distracted at practically nothing.
catches up to you with a light oof, soon straightening up as we arrive to the cafeteria and i swipe my meal card twice
alright, go crazy. i know i will.

@ΣΥΤ ¹ minghao。 Whenever Zhengting found himself in the cafeteria, everyone should be confident enough to bet that he’s not there willingly, it’s most likely that he was dragged there by none other than his /great/ friends, whom for some reason seemed to have a blast hanging around in the cafeteria when they could go out and enjoy the nice weather for once. Letting out a sigh as he made it to his group of friends, it only took a second and him having eyes for him to notice that unfamiliar yet familiar male sitting with the boys seemingly engaged in whatever conversation they were making, which made Zhengting only let out a bigger sigh as he could already imagine in his head how the whole thing is going to go and how it’ll end. Minghao will literally try to rip him apart the moment he sets a foot next to that table, and both of them will bicker to no end, yep that’s totally what’s going to happen and he wasn’t exactly sure if he was physically and mentally ready for all of that.

He honestly doesn’t understand why the male need to act like a over something that he did as a kid and apologized for over and over again. Let’s face it, how in the world a 15 years old can stand up against his parents? Heck, even at this age he can’t stand up against his parents, and just learned to do things behind their back and making sure they never catch him. He have said sorry more than once, and by now he was rather sick of it since it seems like he’s talking to a rock instead of a person since Minghao insist with all he has that all what happened was Zhengting’s fault and he should go burn in hell for it or live his life as if he’s in hell trying to fix things, which is really happening because all the that has been going around about him was really eating him up slowly, and he’s not sure how long he can hold it in before he just breaks down in front of everyone to see.

Shaking his head at the dark thoughts, just was about to slip away and just ditch this meeting when one of his friends sitting at the table noticed him and called his name out for the whole cafeteria to hear, making him curse behind his breath at the frank hand movement calling him to come and sit down. “There it goes” he mumbled to himself before he made it to the table and sat down, obviously as away as possible from Minghao “Hey guys” he casually greeted praying that Minghao wouldn’t pick a fight with him today.

@ΝΓΤ ¹ dunsol。 “ah, gotcha. well, the good thing is that at the beginning of the year they excuse tardies and all of that the first couple of weeks so that everyone can get accustomed to the university.” there was an immediate gravitational pull towards the burger stand after he’d noticed the card being swiped twice. his plate was soon stuffed with two burgers — only cheese and ketchup. one side of mac and cheese and a pickle - perfect meal. “uh,” he hated the cafetiera, full of cliques and smelled of sweaty, anxious college students. “do you wanna sit in here? or we could go up to the roof and eat there.” his lips purse as he looks to the male, teeth gently sinking into his lower lip with a small smile

@ΝΓΤ ⁴ hoseok。 "uh, sorta--i missed a few classes the past week since i got lost while trying to find them." he admits with a sheepish smile, rubbing at his nape briefly before using the same hand to grasp the door handle, propping the door open to allow the other admittance inside the bustling cafeteria. his gaze is unmoving from the other's figure as if he attempts to capture each beaming ray of radiance that is emitted from the other's visage. he then swipes his mealcard twice, permitting them entry into the cafeteria. still unfamiliar with the cafeteria's various facets and swarms of students, he follows the other with every step, yet his plate is swiftly stacked with varities of pizza, pasta, ice cream, and meat--signs of the freshman fifteen that is to come. "where do you want to sit, hyung?" he asks quizzically, wide-eyed as he glances around the dining area.

@ΝΓΤ ¹ dunsol。 "So, have you been learning your way around well, and all?" By now, Hoseok was just filling the dark night's cool air with curious questions with the tips of his fingers sunken into his front pockets. His head is tilted down momentarily, light brown eyes following the pebble upon the sidewalk that was repetitively nudged forward by the tip of his toes. But after his question is asked, his head raises and he's looking in the direction of the younger male - tainted red lips curled upwards just the slightest.

@ΣΥΤ ² mingyu。 The frown that adorned Taehyungs face was nothing if not genuine, he didn’t like it when people mentioned his father. Especially his father and his belongings in the same sentence—well not the belongings he worked hard for— yes, he was a daddy’s boy. But now that he was older, his fathers money had become the one thing he could use to get his attention. One day, Taehyung thinks, they’re gonna go bankrupt and it will be his fault. But he won’t care as much as he should.


He was seconds away from responding to Mingyu when said male was violently pushed by a fellow Gamma. Taehyung thought, he should’ve intervened but then again, he wanted to see where this would go. And of course he wasn’t left disappointed when the sigma male scooped up a handful of watery meat and slapped it across the Gammas cheek. He choked on a laugh, his ruined shirt completely forgotten. It was all fun and games until food started flying everywhere and Taehyung was mildly petrified.


He was half thankful to Mingyu for dragging him under the table, away from the flying food fest.


“I’m not staying in here!” He refused to be covered in cafeteria food that didn’t even smell right, excuse him if his hair took like an hour to get done and his favorite boots costed more than the stupid food the kids were throwing. His landed on Mingyu and a cheeky smile tugged at his lips as he scooped the rest of the meat off his shirt before pressing it onto the males face.


“Karmas a and that is me.”

@ΣΥΤ ² mingyu。 A breathy laugh escapes his lips as his fellow Gamma brothers keep joking around. On a good day, like this one, Taehyung wouldn’t be caught dead in yeh cafeteria. Unless of course he had a reason—hot guys—to show up. He would rather spend his lunch time under a tree or in the comforts of his room, sometimes a restaurant if he was feeling up to it. It wasn’t that he despised the cafeteria because he did, but the reason was because of the food. Now, he wasn’t one to judge but in all honesty, cafeteria food—whether it’s highschool or college— still kind of .


Mind you, he wasn’t in the cafeteria to eat, he was just there to show off his new outfit for the day. Aside from food, , weed and booze. Taehyungs passion was art and fashion, which is why he takes every chance he gets to show off his sense of style. “Enough of you guys, I gotta go.” He smirks, pushing his chair out to leave. Only to have someone trip on his chair, then hold onto him to brace his fall. Stunned, he stood there dumbly blinking at the figure before his brain registered the sticky substance seeping through his shirt. He told himself not to look not but he did so anyway, the sight that greeted him made him want to hyperventilate and possibly faint.


Sticky, Gooey and gross cafeteria food was now decorting his perfectly white, well ironed NEW Gucci shirt and it was safe to say that Taehyung wanted to scream. So he did. The place went quiet and he was sure everyone was now looking at them, him and Mingyu. He was seething of course, but Mingyu was his friend. Of course no one from the Gamma table knew that so had to at least say something. “Taehyung.” He seethed, “you spill your stupid college lunch on me and my name is all you can say?!” He gagged at the smell as he tried to get rid of the watery lunch that was in him. “Of course I picked today of all days to wear white.” He bemoaned, gaze lifting to meet Mingyu’s, “Are you going to apologize or not?”