Strawberry Milk - ym

1 - Strawberry Milk

You meet your fate

On the road you take to avoid it.
1.

It was warm. Warmer than it had been in weeks. His light jacket was almost too much for the weather, and his tousled hair played with the wind like an old friend. He swirled the coin in his hands, glancing at the pastel vending machine that contrasted against the dirty brick. He enjoyed this particular machine because everything was only 300 won and as a student, he didn't have much money to toss around.

He bit his lip, trying to decide between his go-to tea or strawberry milk. Something about the milk was intriguing to him, yet he couldn't necessarily place what that something was. He ran a hand through his dyed red hair, tugging on a stray piece. He traced each of their labels, running his fingers over the printed glass, his finger marks mixing with the other misty scars.

He glanced at his phone and sighed. He needed to get to his next class in ten minutes, so he had to make a decision now. He closed his eyes and stuck out his finger.

"Okay lucky finger, guide me." declared Jimin and started waving his finger, singing a tuneless song. He was about to choose when he felt a hand on his hand. It was weird at first, having someone else's sweaty hand touching yours as you embarrassingly tried to pick which drink to buy. But when his eyes shot open, he seemed more shocked than embarrassed.

The boy holding his hand was the practically the image of light. His hair was a pastel turquoise and his cheeks looked like he had dabbed rose petals on the apples. His eyes were glittery, something Jimin didn't really see much of in university students. His lips were a perfect soft pink and his once sweaty hand was warm and inviting.

Jimin flushed crimson from ear to ear, trying to ignore the sound of his heart and the heat in his face.

"U-Um . . ." Jimin said awkwardly. The guy smirked and let go of his hand.

"I was helping you chose. It looked like you were struggling." He said, a smile playing over his peachy lips. Jimin gulped when the boy pressed the button on the machine, taking Jimin's money and typing in the code for strawberry milk.

"I-I hadn't decided yet –" muttered Jimin, pointing a weary hand towards the machine.

There was a loud thump and the boy leaned down to retrieve the milk.

"Yeah, so I chose for you. Here. It's my favorite." He said, handing Jimin the sweet treat. Jimin wrapped his fingers around the cold carton, bringing it close to his chin.

"Th-thanks . . . I guess . . ." Jimin said slowly, eyeing the kid up and down. He smiled again and ruffled Jimin's hair.

"Anytime. I'm Min Yoongi, by the way." He said, turning around to walk towards the music department.

"P-Park Jimin." Jimin called after him. Yoongi stopped and turned around. He flashed him a warm smile.

"I know."

And he was gone. The wind seemed to carry him away. Jimin blinked, trying to gather his senses. He gripped the milk in his palms and re-strung his bag over his shoulder. He turned around to walk back to class when he stopped again, turning around to look in the direction that Yoongi was going. Where exactly did he go? Jimin should've been able to see his tall, blue haired figure grow smaller and smaller as it neared the building but . . . Jimin saw nothing.

Just the swirl of petals raining down from a peach tree and acorns running over the pavement.