YeongMi strolled down the aisles of the convenience store, her fingers just barely sliding across the items on the shelf. She didn't need anything, she was just waiting.

A careless movement, and a few sausages fell to the floor. YeongMi was slow to respond, and the worker quickly ran over. It was the end of his shift, and he was irritated. "What the fuck did you do that for?"

YeongMi laughed, although the store supervisor was less than pleased. "Mr. Min, you cannot talk to customers like that."

Yoongi had gotten a job at the convenience store to fill his days, as he hadn't decided on a university yet. Truthfully, he hadn't decided if he even wanted to attend one, but he kept that to himself, although it was obvious to the others.

Jin had been disappointed to apply alone, but now that he had been accepted, he had little time to think about it. They shared an apartment together, although Jin spent most of his time at the school, doing labs after hours and throwing himself whole-heartedly into his work.

It was hard for the others, accepting the fact that Jin and Yoongi had moved on, and they wouldn't be in school with the others anymore. But they were still in town, and it wasn't as big of a deal as it felt.

YeongMi leaned down to help Yoongi clean up. "You know, I'm usually better at handling these little guys," YeongMi waited for his face to pull up in disgust before she smacked the sausage across his face, laughing loudly at his expression.

"Really classy, you hoe."

YeongMi clasped her chest in faux pain, before flicking her finger like she was slinging the insult away. "Come on, I'm here to pick you up. We're going to a karaoke room to celebrate the last day before school starts. And no excuses, if Jin can come, your lazy ass can definitely come."

"Lazy ass? Excuse me, this lazy ass is working itself in the ground. I've got real responsibilities now, you wouldn't understand."

"Yeah yeah, and when you were my age things were harder, all that shit, blah blah blah. Shut up and get changed, we're late."

Yoongi looked to be considering rejecting the offer, but one glance at his overbearing supervisor, and he was nodding, running to the back to hang up his work shirt.

YeongMi sent a friendly smile to the supervisor, winking when he gave her a judgemental stare.

She had been growing restless these months, with the surprisingly good behaviour she had been on. It wasn't like her, and despite her promises to be better, she was so bored. She figured she could get away with a little trouble, terrorizing the store supervisor.

Yoongi grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the store before she could get him fired.

The karaoke rooms were quite a few blocks away, and when they arrived, the others were already there, waiting.

"Well, while you guys were taking forever to get here, we divided into groups. Seven times."

Namjoon's hand found its way to YeongMi's, and she unconsciously pressed into his side. Soon, they were getting into a room with Jimin, Hyjoon, and Yoongi. When they had collected enough snacks to make themselves sick, they entered the room.

Jimin set up the music, while Hyjoon and Yoongi started eating.

Jimin and YeongMi started off, being the most enthusiastic of the group, and they went through 2 songs before remembering that the others were even there.

They gave up their microphones to Hyjoon and Yoongi, an attempt to keep them from eating everything, and YeongMi moved to sit on Namjoon.

"Ew, in front of us, really?"

YeongMi kicked Hyjoon's leg as she stood up, "we're not doing anything, you big baby."

True, YeongMi didn't need to sit in Namjoon's lap, but she had grown attached to feeling of him against her, and any contact was comforting to her. As for Namjoon, he liked the pressure that reminded him that he had YeongMi, she was with him. It was innocent in a way, simply the desire to feel each other close.

It was all innocent fun, until the sun went down, and they decided to go to CakeShop, one last night out before they would be swamped with school work for the many nights to come.

Then, it wasn't so innocent, but the knowledge that it wouldn't happen again anytime soon was enough to keep them free of doubts or guilt.