Life goes on- minchan

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TW SOMEWHERE, IT WILL BE SAID

Drip, drip, drop.

Rain, rain go away come back another day they say.

Minho never wants that to happen.

Pain, pain go away, go to a different lane.

That's something he wants so badly.

Bad family to bad people around him. It's just too much for him, you know. Only child in the family, mum is gone, dad doesn't know what to do so he drinks and worse of all, beating Minho up for his satisfaction.

Pain, pain go away, go to a different lane.

A job he would take since it's free, but that would be hard. His job was actually working at a cafe since his dad laze around in the house drinking, smoking and basically being a lazy fat fuck face.

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Minho's POV

Here he was, being an overworking worker again.

Sighing as he took a little break since there were no customers to serve. He looked outside to see it slowly turning dark. He wished he could see his mum again. Oh, that would feel amazing. Going away from his dad and getting a better life.

But obviously, not everyone was lucky, lucky to get the shit they want.

Maybe just one day it'll come.

*Ding

Another customer, get up Minho. He walked to the register but heard soft gasps and people whispering to each other.

'What's their problem?' He thought. He looked up, only to be faced to faced with a group of people.

Ok, remember. Smile and act like everything is okay.

"Hi! What can I get for you all?" He smiled as they walked towards him. They seemed... off?

They all had a blank face and didn't utter a word.

Odd, isn't it?

He waited patiently for an answer, but the tension didn't stop. He felt like the centre of attention since everyone was basically staring at them.

A boy with freckles all over his face spoke out with his deep ass voice, "Can we have 7 Americanos, please?"

Damn, that was so deep.

"Sure! Anything else?"

There was silence until a shake of a head returned to him.

"Ok, that would be $18.90."

The card got checked out, received the number, and they all moved to wait for their drinks. While they were doing that, Minho was working again.

7 Americanos? Seriously?

Life is life, I guess.

He quickly made the order and called out the number, "Number 76!"

A rather cute squirrel popped out and grabbed the drinks with a huge smile on his face, probably the biggest smile Minho had ever seen. Attempting to smile back was a difficult task for him.

He sat back down and took a glance at the table where all seven boys were. They were having a small conversation with one another.

'I wish I could be like that.' Minho thought to himself. Pulling out his cracked phone, he went on social media for a while while seeing text messages from his father.

Dad
You better make enough money, you brat
Otherwise, I'll send you off to someone
I wish I've done that sooner anyway.

Ouch, but who give a fuck at this moment.