-a sorry won't change anything | lee know-

chapter 13

Days passed, I tried to get Minho's attention, but every time I did so, he would run off somewhere. I wasn't willing to forgive him because of what he did. But I was willing to hear him out, explain himself.

Seconds of waiting turned into minutes.

Minutes turned into hours.

Hours turned into a month.

Before I knew it, two months have passed.

The boys had not received text or calls from him and the friendship, just, stopped. it was like time froze, the entire universe, he world, turned changed, twisted and back again.

"Minho-ah." I called softly to him once in the hallway, placing my hand gently on his arm. But he gave me an annoyed look, brushing off my hand roughly, slamming his locker and storming off.

My heart throbbed painfully at the sight of him leaving. I sighed. Its been two months now, I think I'm ready to forgive him even if he's not ready to accept it. I got my phone out, texted him and told me to meet me at the cat café and surprisingly he did answer, within an hour saying he would. I waited at the café, he finally arrived, with a plain, annoyed look.

"What?" he asked coldly as he sat down, his hands in his pockets, his legs crossed, and his back leaned against his back.

"Minho, i-i-I forgive you, I know you didn't mean to say it." I said softly.

His eyes softened but he showed a small smile. "Sorry I've been hard on girls since, my sister died."

"Oh...I'm so sorry." I apologised immediately .

"Nah, don't be, it was her fault she got into a car accident. She wasn't looking." He stated plainly and we were there, sitting in another awkward silence.

"Sena!!!!!!YOUR MOCHI IS HERE!"

Jimin opened the door widely, his hand carrying a plastic bag full of treats like chips, cup noodles, sandwiches and also sweets.

"Sena!!!!!!!Who is, oh" Jimin shouted but came to realisation when he realised, he was staring at the guy who made me sad.

"Don't worry we're good now!" I said chirpily, smiling. However, Minho didn't feel the same. He got up, scoffed, resisted the urge to spit on Jimin's face and walked past him, exiting the café.

He shrugged his shoulders and shot a death glare to Minho before turning his attention to me. "Are you hungry? I brought snacks to fuel you up like a train. Choo Choo!" he joked, laughing, handing me the bag. I smiled towards him and took the bag gratefully.

The day went on and on without any interruptions. That meaning besides Hyunjin almost spilling the milk when helping me to make a mocha.

I flipped my phone up and down in the air, catching with a hand while staring out into nowhere. Dad, mum, Jungkook, Jimin but my mind went to Minho. Why does he have such an attitude that he isn't happy...at all? But the thing was, was my experience being with Jimin enjoyable. Thoughts swirled in my mind as I tried using my brain to think but I was too tired, and I was losing IQ points while watching 5 minutes crafts on my phone.

I sighed deeply, taking off my apron and just as I was about to close the shop, a man in a dark suit entered the café.

"We need to talk."

word count: 547 

a/n: is this story coming to an end? idk... hehe