i skip towards the cafeteria with the same old bento box in my hand. i feel my lips subconsciously twitch upwards as i see your figure; with your back facing me, to be more precise.
ignoring the confused and pitiful looks i got from others, i continue to now walk towards you.
"hi, jungkook! i brought you your favorite." i say as i take the seat next to you, which was vacant.
without any words, you take it and you eat it. i watch as your beautiful, heavenly like features chew the homemade rice i made. i wonder if you like it?
well, there's only one way to find out!
suddenly, i see you toss the chopsticks inside of the bento box and slide it over to me.
"did you like todays mea-"
"get out of my sight."
"but i just wanted to-"
"now." you say with a much more stern voice.
"o-okay." was all i said before i got up and turned on my heel, thinking of what to make you for tomorrow.