𝗔𝗹𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘁𝗵𝘆𝗺𝗶𝗮 - TMR AU, Minho.

21 - 𝙰 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛

Being in the bar after a long time of constant working is something I never knew I needed.

I wanted to talk to Newt, but he wasn't taking a break. I didn't want to ruin his night but maybe it was already ruined since he probably thought that I was mad at him.

"Watcha doing shorty?" Thomas sat beside me, ordering another drink.

"As you see," I motioned on my drink.

"You're drinking a lot lately."

"Look who's talking!" I took a sip and pulled a face at him.

I wasn't that drunk.
In fact, I wasn't drunk at all.

If I could, I would drink a lot more to forget everything.

What could go wrong if I just didn't show up?

People love threatening, but would they actually follow through?

I mean, he is capable of hurting people, that's for sure. But he wouldn't kill, or stab a person, right? That's ridiculous.

I won't go. Maybe when he realizes that I'm not afraid, he will leave me alone.

"It's a nice place." Alby gently smiled at me after nicely rejecting Frypan's offer of a drink.

"Yeah, I love being here." I smile too.

"So. Are you doing better?"

"Yes, actually. I'll be back on Monday."

"Perfect then." He smiles once again. "I have to leave now, but I liked it here. Your boyfriend is.. talkative." Chuckle left his mouth.

"I'm sorry," I choked on my drink. "My what?"

"Minho. aren't you two dating?"

"No, oh god no. Why would you think that?" I chuckled.

"Maybe you're the only one who doesn't see that, but you two are definitely In love." He winked as he got up from his chair, then waved at me and vanished.

I blinked multiple times, still processing his words.

We are not in love.

Ha!.. That's funny.

Well, we were, but we grew out of it. It's over. Nonexistent.

No longer exists.

Maybe... no.

Alby's just confused.
Yeah, he probably is.

"Heyy Mils!" I hear a familiar voice behind me and quickly turn around.

"Tes!" I hopped down from the tall chair and hugged her immediately.
"Where have you been?"

"No, where have you been? You don't even text me anymore!" She chuckled.

"I'm sorry, I promise I'll make it up."

"Well, you can make it up tonight. Sleep over in my house? Pretty please!" She put her palms together, like a begging sign.

"Alright just let me tell Newt that we're leaving yeah?"