An hour later, they were sitting on the floor, textbooks abandoned, as they shared some takeout chicken. They were startled by Taehyung throwing the door open, already talking. “Jimin! Why can I smell food? How can you be having a late night snack without…. Hello.” Emily waved at him, a chicken leg still in her hand. ForewordHi guys!To celebrate my exams being over (YAY!) Im posting my second story of the day, this one is exam related!L xxx