The food was so good, he wanted to keep eating, he didn't care what Yoongi wanted to talk about. His stomach gurgled loudly at the loss of food and he gulped down the water, eyes on the lid. God damn it. "I guess." Maybe. He didn't know. It wasn't like he could tell him anything he did know. He didn't want to betray his family and Cheon. "Do we have to talk? I-- my throat hurts."

Worth a shot. "I'm thirsty and I can't think." He eyed up the food needily and tried his best not to say anything bad to Yoongi so he didn't lose it.