❛ ↺ dining hall

@k. taehyung Being with Taehyung was always an adventure. Whether it be out of pure enjoyment or—oh hell, who was she kidding? Everything Taehyung did was for pure enjoyment, whether it be diabolical or.. wholesome, if that was even possible. Immediately, a small tugs at the corners of her lips. Waffles in mind, she had texted him and hoped they’d somehow come out on the other side with a delightful snack, but she knows she’s in for adventure once she catches sight of the familiar smile across his face.

The people he points out seem easy enough to either distract or get by, and confidence grows in her chest as she nods firmly, eyes darting from one end of the dining hall to the other. Following his actions and squatting down, she wiggles toward the table where she figures no one will be able to spy upon. The man is far too busy cleaning the windows, humming cacophonously to some song she can’t even recognize, and Ms. Bacon seems to have occupied herself with eating the scraps of the last service. Soojin was ready to get waffle-ing. For all that the university is worth, they should probably invest in more workers to man the dining hall during these hours. Especially considering college students held absolutely no shame.

“For the waffles, Tae. For the waffles.” The look of determination on her face fails to be rivaled by any that she’d had before, not even when she was competing in tournaments against other schools, or when she had partaken in a god awful child pageant upon her mother’s request. She reaches into her pocket, glancing at the time. It was a slow hour, and things would progress as planned unless some natural disaster took place. “I can distract Ms. Bacon if you can find the flour fast enough. I don’t think the janitor will be much of a problem. He seems a bit preoccupied with… Miley Cyrus?”

@k. doyeon while his phone still rested idly in his right palm, a vibration shook yukhei's nerves, screen illuminating to the text of the former. a sharply woven exhale escaped from him, a lowly manifested chuckle. how serendipitous - he had just happened to be where she was. the young male had his gaze draw a line between his phone and the patterned tile which invited each incoming student before faltering on the familiar female in front of him. the banana resided comfortably in his left palm, "i just saw your text, actually... just happened to be here as well." he mirrors the same smile as hers, trying to also let the radiant energy accompany it as well, "but yeah, i've absolutely been stalking you. i've just become your biggest fan since yesterday." the male tapers off his speech with small bits of laughter diced evenly in the intangible air around them.

"good morning, doyeon... and this..." yukhei adheres to the delicate touch as he lifts the bundle of paper within her respective view, such as to not even crease the off-white texture, "i think this belongs to you - your paper, right? i stopped by the computer lab moments ago and i think..." he hands the paper over in her direction, tapping his temple with the back of the hand that coiled itself around the fruit, "ah, i think what happened was that it was in the middle of printing when it broke. so they fixed it and i assume everything just came out all at once. i... didn't know printers could do such a thing but... i just feel a little bad that mine printed and yours didn't so yeah... here you go," the young male's tiers were quick to jump to verbal fillers and audible hums to occupy that lapses in speech he couldn't muster in this early morning. yukhei began peeling the fruit, trying his chances to promptly wake himself up as small bites were favored, "anyways, that's what i've been up to. i'm just..." his stare flutters past the shoulder of the young female in front of him, albeit at nothing in particular. his irises simply adhered to a bit of lifelessness in these early hours, "...tired, is all."

@i. jaebum i chuckled by your sentence. "aha i always ask just in case that person doesn't want me to sit with them because people be claiming tables. i chewed one of the strawberries i bought all while still smiling like the dork i am. "it's been good for me thus far, thanks for asking! my knees have healed the past few days so don't worry!" i showed a thumbs up. "how about you though? also since you helped me out that day, can i treat you to dessert? any dessert you want, i'll buy it!" i nod while dancing a lil and chewing on another strawberry.

@e. perrie Always being more than just a tiny overeater, I tend to look forward to every little lunch break my schedule has to offer to me. That was also why instead of going outside and grabbing a couple of breaths of fresh air, I decide to spend this time in the dinning hall, with my plate filled delicious food, a glass of sparkling soda, and a notebook full of my own writing which by now is quite difficult to decode even by myself, the author of said doodles. Thinking that maybe it's the right time to go over to modern technology and device such as computer for example, I pick my drink, another milliliters of cool liquid through a thin straw. Then a familiar voice catches my attention, pretty suddenly I must say.
"Well, you don't really look like you need a permission to sit down here with me", I notice, before I place the glass back down on the top of the table. By then my plate is already half-empty, however, I definitely choose to take my time, when transporting the food straight into my mouth. "Hello, Perrie. How have you been? Are your knees still purple?"

@w. yukhei reaching her fill of the morning, doyeon placed the apple core in the center of her tray as she twiddled the fork within her nimble digits. she was full… full of unsettled nerves. nonchalantly glancing at her phone as the vibrating indicated incoming messages, she read both of them spiked curiosity and even a flutter of joy seemed to settle itself in the young woman’s stomach at the quick rate he responded. confirming that he didn’t get enough rest gave a tug of guilt on her chest. just what was yukhei planning? poking at her lettuce once more, she settled the utensil down to respond to the male.

[7:23 am] i’m at the dining hall.. just what are you up to?

whatever it was, managed to give a spark of hope to doyeon; although she wouldn't get ahead of herself and dwindle on the matter. standing up to discard her trash away, the female gathered her belongings as she tucked the device into one of her pockets. staring at the blank screen wouldn't give her any more of an answer than silence would. turning around to stride to the entrance, a strikingly tall figure seemed to be wanting to gain her attention with a wave. yukhei. eyeing the fruit in his hand, doyeon returned the warm gesture of greeting and strutted towards the young male with a bit more pep in her step. "you wouldn't be stalking me by any chance, would you?" flashing the latter a gentle smile, the overbearing feeling of dread slowly dissolved from her bones at the sight of him. "good morning, yukhei." motioning over to the paper within the giant's hold with her index finger, "...and what do we have here?"

@s. soojin It would’ve been a blatant lie to say Taehyung had never stolen anything in his life — heck, he even stole something for his own professor once! So ‘borrowing’ some flour from their school’s cafeteria would likely won’t even make it to the ever-growing list of sins he committed in his short life. Also, with how much they were both likely paying for their tuition, those greedy bastards could probably fill the whole campus with flour if they wanted to. A famous saying came to mind ‘Is stealing from a thief still stealing?’ — Taehyung believed the answer was no.

His trademark boxy smile spread across his face at once at the sight of his friend, Soojin. “Hey Soo!” he whispered back, bringing his arm around the female’s shoulder once she was by his side. He was always the one to take his missions seriously, easily getting into his role as if they were filming the action film of the year; ‘The stripper, the rascal, and the stolen flour’ sounded like a fitting title; who wouldn’t want to watch that? The tips of his fingers were buzzing with excitement as the wheels in his head began spinning at full speed, already plotting his next promising adventure.

“So... you see this dude-” He turned to point at the janitor who had his back turned to them, busy cleaning the windows. “-it’s hard to tell from this far, but I’m positive he’s got airpods, I don’t think he would be able to hear us, but we need to be careful to not draw his attention,” He then turned to his right, pointing at another worker, likely one of the many cafeteria ladies. “Now this, is our greatest enemy, I call her Ms. Bacon, because she kind of looks like a pig... or like she ate a whole pig. Anyway, we just need to get past her, and then locate the flour,” He finished his speech with a little nod and clenched his hand into a fist. “Let’s get this flour.” Making sure Soojin was following behind him, he squatted down, already crawling towards the nearest table where they can hide safely.

@i. jaebum after finishing all of my classes today, i'm now going through the food section to put on my lunch plate before getting to the cashier to pay for it all. i look around to find a empty table but even if it's not, i could find someone i know because going to a table filled with people i don't know will be awkward for me. i pout a lil as i think i won't be able to find a table before gasping in awe as i notice jaebum who helped me ice skate when i was trying to learn was sitting at a small table by himself. i happily march towards the table before sitting right down with my plate on the table, looking at him with a big grin on my face while my hand was on my cheek that was being supported by my arm especially my elbow on the table. "hello you handsome, can i sit here?" i blink quickly as i patiently wait for your answer.

@k. doyeon the silhouette of the university boded well for the lustrous rays of the sun, especially for the dewy hours of the morning where every sense of an individual was stained with grogginess and moderate fatigue. yukhei never proved to be immune to such a phenomena; his weight falter with each step, heels dragging his stature forward. his eyesight was reduced to slits of vision as he balled his fist to conceal an impending yawn, with the intangible fight being won by his prominent tiredness. but every morning was this way for him; schoolwork knew no bounds. he sought for a source of energy today, any source. yukhei takes a detour to the computer lab once more to check up on the printer. it was now fully functioning. vibrations bleed through the fabric in his pockets, texts illumination his screen through a seemingly unknown number. his lips tucked upward into the corner at the last text, putting a face to the messages.

[7:18 am] hey doyeon. not really. i'm running on three hours rn, if even.

he wasn't entirely sure what troubles doyeon was alluding to, but he took time to piece together the aforementioned events. his gaze then fixated on a stack of papers that laid idle atop the printing dock, the header reading to the female's name.

[7:20 am] where are you right now? i think i've got a surprise for you

as per usual, yukhei dawdles around campus just to dice the time before classes into finer parts. he migrates his slightly disheveled self to the dinning hall, reaching only for a banana; checking himself out, he adjusts the straps of his backpack, line of sight adhering only forward in the early morning before spotting a familiar figure. the papers he had picked up in the lab were gripped in his left hand, careful to not squeeze and crease the unsullied texture. it was her paper after all. he waves the hand that carries the banana, signaling his approach.

@w. yukhei it was best to say doyeon didn’t sleep a wink last night. maybe two hours at most, but being too paranoid about the conundrums that took event at the computer lab left her on the fritz. she had two options, give up the internship (no chance in hell was that going to happen) or ask for an extension. the young female was definitely not the type to beg, but she also wasn’t the type to create such a wild excuse to her professor...even it it all happened to be true. placing an apple down on her tray, doyeon moved onto the salad bar. if she could stomach down breakfast, maybe she could enter her morning class with her head held high. “only if..” mumbling softly to herself as she swiped her student ID to pay for a light meal and headed towards an empty table to dine by herself. shooting yukhei a text wouldn’t hurt right? if not herself, she was happy to know at least he had his assignment prepared.

[7:15 am] i couldn’t sleep a wink last night. did you?
[7:15 am] i’m in a lot of trouble… what should I do..?
[7:16 am] it’s doyeon btw

tucking the mobile device to rest neatly on her lap, doyeon tuck a hearty bite out of her apple. it was safe to say even with two hours of rest, she still didn’t harvest any ill feelings towards yukhei. suppressing the blooming simper with a swallow, she redirected her attention on the many sights the campus had to offer with a peek out of the window.

@k. taehyung Adventurous in nature and a bit too deviant under the radar for her own good, Soojin knew that tonight was a night that would live down in her memory. The idea of swiping flour from the dining hall, practically thieving from the institution that was supposed to be preaching against such immoral acts, was an absolutely exhilarating.

Letting her phone black out with a soft click, Soojin scrambles off of her bed, sock clad feet scurrying across the floor of her room as she grabs her backpack, dumping the contents out on her desk and chair, before throwing on a sweater and practically running out of her apartment with sneakers half pulled on. The dining hall wasn’t too far away, but running in her beat up sneakers without them fully on her feet makes her stop in her tracks, only further delaying their evil plan—well, evil for the school—to make waffles at such an odd hour.

What seems like years is only minutes when Soojin finally strolls into the dining hall, appearing casual but far less so within, excitement buzzing all the way to her fingertips. She spots Taehyung, and eyes light up as she takes strides to stand side by side. “Tae!” If her smile is indicative of anything, it’s of the thrill she knows will course through her veins as they scramble for flour. Waffles were worth the risk, she thinks. Of course, there is the fact that possibly, they would be reprimanded for this, but would the school really enact severe punishment because they stole flour? “We need a plan to get past the workers.”

@c. tzuyu It's like Tzuyu is the nail which stamps the tent into the ground, and Hoseok the free piece of fabric fluttering to its own rhythm in the wind, ready to fly but caught on the ground. He turns, eyebrows lifted slightly in disconcertment at the sudden change in attitude. The breeze had died to a cold silence. "You alright? What's got your appetite?" He draws closer, away from obstructing the river flow of students and staff alike in the hall, but near enough to grasp onto Tzuyu warmly.

@j. hoseok Tzuyu's eyebrows crease with much circumspection, the aroma of food weaving in the mangle of bodies loitering about. However, she doesn't really know what to eat; it's as if her appetite has been rendered nonexistent, the food laid out unable to tempt her. Her footsteps falter amidst the brisk pace Hoseok has taken, her frame being dragged about in his walk. She stops, mumbling, "I'm suddenly not in the mood, Hoseok."

@s. soojin It’s not that Taehyung is a bad cook — expect well, maybe he is — because, sure, he might be an accident waiting to happen and letting him into the kitchen is never a wise choice, but he can cook when he wants to, okay. So while it surely wasn’t the first time he burned his waffles, it wasn’t a sheer coincidence he was rather very drunk that day. At that time it seemed perfectly normal to make waffles from scratch at 4AM in the morning, with no waffle maker machine in sight. Perhaps, everything would’ve even went as planned if Taehyung didn’t didn’t fall asleep while spamming Heejin with ungodly amount of memes.

He swore to never make waffles again — at least not at 4AM when he’s drunk — but a short message from his friend Soojin was all it took to change his mind. Not one to back away from a challenge he replied right away with a quick ‘it’s a plan! I have no flour too so let’s meet at the hall in 10 minutes’. He sprung into action at once, grabbing his bag and throwing it over his shoulder before storming out of class.

The dining hall was for the most part empty of students, but he could spot a lone janitor cleaning the windows — the only obstacle in their quest to steal some flour. Now all he had to do is wait for Soojin so they can flawlessly plot their plan.

@c. tzuyu Hoseok merely sways his head, corners of his lips lifting even higher to show that everything is alright, even if he may have lost feeling in the centre of his face for 5 seconds. "Yeah, I'm good! Was gonna get some food too so why not?" he replies with a gentle chuckle and pats her cheeks softly. His eyebrow quirks at her offer for a moment, but he loops his arm around hers and begins tugging her along towards the trays of food.

@j. hoseok "Sorry!" Tzuyu says as she retracts an upright position facing Hoseok with a huge beam. Her uniform crinkled in the process of her 'jump-hug', as she calls it, to Hoseok. Concern diffused the light in her eyes, searching his face for any small time injury that may have born out of her hug. "I hope you're okay," she tells him, her fingers fleeting the sides of his face. "But I'm okay! I feel ravenous. Wanna come with me?" She offers her right arm like a shining knight towards Hoseok.

@c. tzuyu Hoseok turns his head at yet another invoking of his name and gets a faceful of a snug hug, with his nose bearing a small bruising in the process. "Tzuy- ow a little warning next time?" he mumbles and nurses his wound with a few fingers. 'Twas but a scratch however, he tells himself, a wide smile on his face. "What's up cookie?"

@k. taehyung social media should have been outlawed by all standards, but soojin thinks that without it, there’d be no medium for her to pleasantly waste time. hours and hours of scrolling, although unjustified, kept time captive for prolonged periods with general consensus of no regret. that is, until exam season rolled around. but because it isn’t exam season—she thanks the high heavens for this—soojin explores the televised lives of friends, acquaintances, strangers, mutuals, anyone that she had been able to get in contact with within the last few years. though admittedly, she figures her time would be much better spent deleting some nuisances off of her social media save her energy. it’s only when her eyes befall the epically failed image of waffles that her figure visibly perks up, shoulders set back and head tilted to the side. fingers fly across the screen and soojin is messaging her friend taehyung, eager to spur his interest.

‘your waffles are ugly’
‘let’s make new ones’
‘but i’m out of flour so we’re gonna have to jack some from the dining hall unless you have some’

@j. hoseok Tzuyu knows exactly whose voice it was that muttered the curse, she charges towards the direction she's heard it from. "Hoseok!" she yells over the noise gleefully, her feet skidding against the marble floor of the hall as she jumps over Hoseok's body to hug him for the second time. It was not her fault Hoseok feels so warm and cuddly.

@c. tzuyu Food, lunch, fries, chicken. Hoseok lists his way through the ebbing and flowing of the meal crowd, with his favourite smile pinned onto his face. He picks up shouts of his name, swiveling about to greet the faces to the voice with arms stretched out before the wave of people washes them away. Backing up slowly, he continues hollering over the buzz in the dining hall with invitations to anywhere for a hangout, until the edge of a laminated table juts into his back. "," he gasps, turning around to scowl at the furniture as he rubs his tender back.

@j. hoseok Daylight filters in through the blinds of the full length windows adorning the hall, the place is a fiasco of bodies, buzzing with life and a flurry of energetic laughs bouncing off the walls. Tzuyu leafs her way throughout the interwoven bodies oscillating about to grab food, as she tries to grab for a plate, an unsuspecting Hoseok appears in her vision.

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