cries in neglectance | yjh • lsm

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5 years later

Yoon Jamie

i enter a well known cafe and looked at my phone while waiting, i check the schedule that is filled from top to bottom.

another busy day..

"good morning! what can i help you with?" the girl behind the counter smiling asked, she looked younger than me, maybe a year or two?

"good morning to you too! i would like 10 venti iced americanos, 1 venti black tea, 2 venti iced hibiscus refreshers" i recall everyone's preferences, i continue with a few more "3 grande black coffees, and a tall hibiscus refresher less ice please..." i look up to the girl, mind probably all over the place with the amount of orders i just said.

she repeated what she had entered in the counter, myself correcting a few things and finally ordering. finally saying my name to get the drinks later; i sigh with completion, happy that i didnt hold a line.

i take a seat by the window, knowing that it would take longer than my usual cup of coffee of a wait.

i fixed a few things in the schedule, that read at the top.. 'SEVENTEEN's JUNE SCHEDULE'. i am indeed in my last semester of college, technically just waiting for my diploma to be distributed to be officially called Seventeen's manager.

i have invested quite the amount of money to my brother's group, thats getting the recognition they deserve over the years. seeing how they grew to amazing, talented, and respected artists in the industry.

my bank account is expanding very much well fed. even working extra hours for them, funding myself through my college years.

im thinking of investing some more to different companies just so i can have that dream black card all of korea's rich people have.

"two iced americanos for jeno!"

i look over to where the name was called from, is jeno here?

to my surprise i see two very tall boys, both wearing bike-wear. one was wearing a cap and cool goggles, the other one was wearing golden sunnies and airpods in one ear. and indeed one looked like a very mature jeno.

"17 drinks for jamie!" i get up from my seat, putting my phone in my back pocket. i approach the counter, getting real close to the two boys who were still fantisizing over their drinks infront of their go-pros.

by the looks of it, they are probably known now. i guess my knowledge around the industry isnt as deep as i thought. without knowing, my once best friend debuted.

it then clicked to me, how the hell will i carry all these drinks with me to the car..