"I brought you food today," Yoongi says after Jimin sits down again, just being done with dealing with a few young teenagers who passed by.

"Oh?" Jimin replies after seeing the people were out of hearing distance. "Why?"

Yoongi pouts. "Am I not allowed to?"

Laughing, Jimin shakes his head before accepting the brown bag and putting it next to him, "Thank you, I'll eat this when I get home."

Yoongi grins and leans back on the bench, staring off somewhere, "You're welcome."

Then, he turns towards Jimin, head tilted slightly in question, "What time do you get home?"

"Around eight? Eight thirty depending on how late I am to catch the train."

Eyes visibly widening, Yoongi asks, "What time is lunch for you?"

"Two?"

"Two? What time do you start work?"

"Eleven."

"So, you don't eat for six hours after lunch?"

"Pretty much."

"Wh-..." Then, he nods, expression calming, "I'm no different, anyway. I have no right to scold you."

Not being able to resist, Jimin laughs.

He sees Yoongi's smile grow wider before the elder says, "You have a really nice laugh, Jimin."

Then, suddenly, Jimin coughs in surprise, cheeks flushed. He is so glad Yoongi can't see, but also sort of cursing himself for picking this job since it's so hot that day.

"...Thank you. You have a nice smile."

Yoongi scoffs. "You can't even see properly from in there, how can you tell?"

Once again, Jimin bursts into a fit of giggles.