You and Yoongi had been friends since childhood, growing up in the same neighborhood despite being complete opposites—your bright, talkative energy always clashing with his quiet, nonchalant attitude, somehow turning into a close friendship that just stuck. By sophomore year of high school, he was a soccer player and you never missed his games, sitting in the stands like it was routine; during the whole match he had kept stealing quick glances toward you between plays, and when the final whistle blew and his team won with everyone cheering around him, he had walked straight over without much celebration, stopped in front of you still catching his breath, and said, “I’m hungry. Let’s go.”