cursed⭐︎ᵐⁱⁿˢᵘⁿᵍ

seventeen

What happened today has remained implanted in my head this whole time.

I regreted showing my vulnerability, especially to Minho.

Yes, he did comfort me.

Yes, he made me feel better.

But now, what was he going to think of me?

It's embarrassing. I am embarrassing.

The school day finished already. It passed by quickly because of the amount of work I did. Today was busy and energy draining.

I had a lot of classes— uninteresting ones.

Minho asked if he could come over. He overheard me sighing when I was complaining to myself in the bathroom about some math exercises so he offered to help. How could I reject him? After everything he has done for me?

I had work though. My shift, on Thursdays, started at 3:30 and ended at five o'clock. How should I handle the situation?

Minho was standing by the school gates, on his phone.
I approached him, his scent could be smelled from this distance.

"Minho."

He lifted his head and looked at me, greeting me back.

"I have to work.. can you come over by five?"

"That's fine with me! No worries." he said with a giggle.

I smiled and headed to the café with Minho following me. He probably wanted to order something.

When we entered the place Chaeyoung smiled at me and got back to her work, she was serving someone. She was both the manager and a part-time worker there. I admired her for that.

I got to the counter and put my uniform on, a brown apron. Minho ordered his usual; iced Americano with a chocolate cake. He then sat down at a table.

Making his drink, I remembered how he once told me he doesn't enjoy it if it's too sugary— one cub of sugar would be ideal. I knew exactly how he wanted it.

I had always tried to make things perfect, everything. I was told that I should be perfect, that was my mindset.

After gently setting the order on his table I went back to my own business, wanting to finish it as fast as I could.

Later he left, it was around 3:45 pm when he did. I know because I checked the time.

So many people came in, ordered and left. That was the saga. I tried my best. Being around people made me anxious, it wasn't a feeling I enjoyed. 

I told my brother about this, multiple times actually but he just said I was overreacting.

Maybe he's right.

I blinked and the clock went from four to five as fast as a heartbeat. I was, finally, able to rest.

After I meet Minho.

I changed into my usual clothes and waved at Chaeyoung, who did the same.

The walk home felt much longer than usual—I didn't know why. Maybe I was a bit nervous. My brother is most likely home, what should I do?

That was a problem for future me. Now, all I should focus on would be the beautiful setting. 

As if the sky was a faucet, slowly draining the vibrant colours into a vacuum of nothingness, the sun was ready to switch places with the moon going to light up someone's else day.

It was an exquisite sight indeed, straight out of a painting.

When I arrived home I saw the familiar pair of shoes— plus another. Shit. He came early.