He munches on the last bit of his sandwich, pink tongue peeking out to lick the little traces of butter that coats his lips. His eyes trail down to his now empty plate, then over to the counter where sandwiches are piled up for the hostelites to take.

He sits alone in one corner, debating whether he should move from his seat and take a second helping. He's not satisfied with the two sandwiches he's eaten, still feeling hungry. Somehow that only causes his cheeks to burn with humiliation at the thought.

That seems so greedy of him.

But he's hungry.

And he could really use another sandwich or two.

"Another sandwich? You should really feel ashamed of yourself for having such thoughts," his mind seems to say and Jungkook swallows hard, "you've eaten two sandwiches already. If you go there, people will watch you. You're not the only one in this hostel so stop eating like a fucking pig."

Jungkook picks at his skin. He's not new to this. It's almost the same scene everyday but it's funny how his stomach tries to convince his mind of the exact opposite even when it knows it's fighting a losing battle.

"But I'm hungry," his stomach seems to whine.

"You're not hungry. You're just greedy," his mind snaps back and Jungkook swallows a lump in his throat.

"But I am," his stomach insists, "I am hungry."

"Okay. Then get up and get yourself a sandwich," his mind seems to laugh at him because it knows he has no courage whatsoever.

Jungkook hesitates.

"Just stand up. No one's watching you. Just go there, get a sandwich, and return back here," he tells himself, fingers fidgeting.

"Everyone's watching. They'll see you walk to get another serving for yourself," his mind supplies unhelpfully.

"I... I'm hungry. I want to eat. I feel hungry," his stomach weakly insists.

"Okay then. If you're so hungry, go take a sandwich for yourself and deal with the stares you receive," his mind replies almost immediately.

"I'm hungry. Please," his stomach whispers desperately and Jungkook gulps, slowly moving from his seat. He hesitantly walks towards the counter.

Each step he takes feels heavy.

He feels like there are multiple eyes on him, tracking his movements and he stops in his tracks. The hostel waiter catches his gaze as he approaches slowly and Jungkook takes an abrupt u-turn to exit the mess hall.

He places his empty plate in the basket as his stomach cries softly.

It's okay though, he thinks as he walks away from the hall.

He isn't hungry anyways, right?

. . . Right.

The end